Another day above the dirt
The clay from which I came
Another day to give God praise
Instead, I still complain
Why did You not grant my prayer?
Why don’t I have more stuff?
Why did You give to others?
It’s obvious they have enough.
Why did it have to rain today?
The day I chose for fun
Why not chase those clouds away?
I’d rather have more sun?
Yes another day above the dirt
The earth and common dust
Much easier to groan than grin
So much easier to fuss
But as the African proverb says
We come to a common end
A leaf spends more time on the ground
Than it does upon the limb
Psalm 150:6 Let everything that has breath praise the Lord