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| THIS THING I CHOOSE Some folk enjoy talking about trouble, and insults, and burdens, and pain; They talk about losses and crosses, but seldom of sunshine and gain. Their troubles they list without number but blessings, if ever, are told; No wonder they bog down in spirit, and grow sad before they grow old. Sure I could join them in sadness, for sorrow has oft come to me; I could tell all my blights and my blunders, and heartache that folks cannot see. But would this make our world any brighter? Wouldn't I lend to its sorrow and care? Why then scatter gloom in this dark world, When God has sunbeams to spare? No, I won't join the ranks of complainers, for God's been too good to me; I refuse to find fault with His leadings; I refuse to weep on bitterly. I want to be grateful and humble, and ever His sweet praises sing; I want to enjoy every moment the victory that Christ came to bring! By Nat Olson The Log of the Good Ship Grace |