Lord Forgive Me

Lord, forgive me when I whine
I still have these legs of mine
Others use crutches, walkers and canes
They can still get around, but it isn't the same

Lord forgive me when I whine
I still have these eyes of mine
Others are blind and darkness is what they see
If only their eyes were opened, they could see the trees

Lord forgive me when I whine
I still have these ears of mine
Others are deaf and hear nothing at all
It would be great if they could hear a bouncing ball

Lord forgive me when I whine
For I have you and you are mine
Others are lost and headed to hell
Help me to warn them and to make all things well