When little things would irk me, and I grow
Impatient with my dear ones, make me know
How a moment of joy can take its flight,
And happiness be quenched in endless night.
When I would fret and grumble, fiery hot,
At trifles that tomorrow are forgot.
Let me remember, Lord, how it would be
If these, my loved ones, were not with me.
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