How quick we are to point and see,
The faults in others, endlessly.
Yet blind we stay to our own flaws,
Our hidden sins, our broken cause.
Envy whispers, sharp and sly,
"Look at their life, and ask, ‘Why not I? '"
What they possess, you wish were yours,
And joy feels locked behind closed doors.
But friend, remember—life's no race,
No need to chase, no need to pace.
No crown to win, no prize to claim,
No rival's shadow to inflame.
Instead, look close at what you hold,
The blessings given, bright and bold.
Give thanks for each and every day,
For gifts that never fade away.
Be grateful, be grateful, for what is yours,
Peace is found behind your doors.
Be grateful, be grateful, for what you own,
Joy will bloom in seeds you've sown.
Gratitude will light your way,
And keep the envy's voice at bay.
Be grateful for what life has shown,
For peace is found in what you own.
Be grateful, be grateful, for what is yours,
Peace is found behind your doors.
Be grateful, be grateful, for what you own,
Joy will bloom in seeds you've sown.
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