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,