I long complained about my lot;
I had some trials thrust on me.
And with this pity for myself
I stayed in misery.
But then one morn it dawned on me
That ev’ry day I have to choose,
And look for blessings, or for pain.
We make our “weather” with sun or rain.
So as I’m tempted to complain,
I stop and think of thankful things.
There are some folk worse off than me,
I’m grateful now to help THEM cope!
–by Chaplain Don, 1990,