FORGIVE ME, LORD


I complain because I’m too heavy,
And my clothes are all getting too small.
But millions of people are starving,
Because they have no food at all.

I gripe ‘cause my gas tank is empty,
And the lines at the pumps are too slow.
But many cannot buy an auto,
And must walk every place that they go.

It’s a nuisance to need reading glasses,
And why is the print made so small?
But then I remember the people
Who are blind, and see nothing at all.

I can’t stand my husband’s loud snoring,
And self pity lurks at my door.
But many who’ve lost their dear husbands
Would welcome their snoring once more.

I work at a job that is boring,
And sometimes it’s hard to be kind.
But many cannot pay their mortgage,
And would take any job they could find.

Dear Lord, please forgive my complaining,
And help me see blessings instead.
You’ve given me more than I’ve needed
To keep me well clothed, warm, and fed.

I want to take part of my bounty
To share it with those who have none.
And pray when earth’s short days are ended,
I’ll hear my dear Lord say, “Well Done!”

By Betty Jo Mings