Complaining comes easy, like second nature I suppose
We look in the mirror and can’t stand our nose
We think we’re too fat, too short or too tall
Our butt is too big, or we have no butt at all
Our hair is too curly, too straight, or too gray
When we look at our toes, “They’re too crooked we say”
We don’t like our skin, it’s too dark or too light
Our teeth are too stained, and our clothes fit too tight
Our car is too old, we just pray that it starts
Our house has mold levels that’s way off the charts
We need new carpet, and the sink drips non-stop
And our surround sound just doesn’t have enough pop
Our TV’s too small, 52 inches won’t do
We don’t have enough channels, even with pay-per-view
We’re out of bottled water God forbid we use tap
And by the way our neighbor needs to turn down that rap
And his dog better quit all that barking at night
Cause we’ll call the cops, yeah we know our rights
We love our church but hey, something’s got to give
Don’t talk about sin, just 3 points on how to live
It’s way too hot, or too cold, Who controls the A/C?
Is there any way we could get more comfortable seats?
They sing too long or they need to sing more
10:30’s too early, or what about 10 or before
That guy across the room we can’t really stand
We hope the pastor’s message is not dull, but grand
Our kids better behave cause we’re going insane
The stress of this week has taken a toll on our brain
Complain yes we do, every hour of every day
Yet, tell me wherein lies the cure, tell me I say
For a complaint fixes nothing, yep, nothing indeed
But reveals what’s in our heart, what’s down deep
It shows us a heart dissatisfied with life
A heart that has become a battle field of strife
One that has forgotten the nothing we deserve
Yet, the goodness of our God and this life He’s preserved
The grace we’ve been given, and mercy without end
And the love without measure, that overcomes our sin
If nothing more we received, therein is enough
Never to complain, nor grumble about stuff
copyright © 2009 Tim Stone
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