Dear Friends and Neighbors:
It’s time
for Thanksgiving! Here in the Philippines, everyday is thanksgiving
day! I have never seen a people who are generally “so much grateful” for
so very little. They are happy, humble, appreciative, and always express
great thanks! No wonder the Lord loves them so much! I think that
you should read Sister Taylor’s favorite poem—one that she has honored and
lived since the day that I met her – “The World Is Mine!”
Thank
You,
GT
& DT
George
& Debbie
The world is mine
Today on a bus, I saw a lovely girl with
silken hair
I envied her, she seemed so gay, and I wished I was so fair
When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle
O God, forgive me when I whine
I have two legs, the world is mine
And then I stopped to buy some sweets
The lad who sold them had such charm
I talked with him, he seemed so calm, and if I were late it would do no harm,
And as I left he said to me “I thank you, you have been so kind”
It’s nice to talk with folks like you. You see, I’m blind
O God forgive me when I whine
I have two eyes, the world is mine
Later walking down the street, I saw a child with eyes of blue
He stood and watched the others play; it seemed he knew not what to do
I stopped a moment, then I said, why don’t you join the others dear”
He looked ahead without a word, and then I knew he could not hear
O God forgive me when I whine
I have two ears, the world is mine
With legs to take me where I’ll go
With eyes to see the sunsets glow
With ears to hear what I would know
O God forgive me when I whine
I’m blessed, indeed, the world is mine
I envied her, she seemed so gay, and I wished I was so fair
When suddenly she rose to leave, I saw her hobble down the aisle
O God, forgive me when I whine
I have two legs, the world is mine
And then I stopped to buy some sweets
The lad who sold them had such charm
I talked with him, he seemed so calm, and if I were late it would do no harm,
And as I left he said to me “I thank you, you have been so kind”
It’s nice to talk with folks like you. You see, I’m blind
O God forgive me when I whine
I have two eyes, the world is mine
Later walking down the street, I saw a child with eyes of blue
He stood and watched the others play; it seemed he knew not what to do
I stopped a moment, then I said, why don’t you join the others dear”
He looked ahead without a word, and then I knew he could not hear
O God forgive me when I whine
I have two ears, the world is mine
With legs to take me where I’ll go
With eyes to see the sunsets glow
With ears to hear what I would know
O God forgive me when I whine
I’m blessed, indeed, the world is mine
By Joy Lovelet Crawford
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