A story well known
In the gospel of Luke
Tells of some who were healed
But deserved some rebuke
For once they were cleansed
They went forth on their way
Never once taking thought
How this gift they'd repay

It's so easy to scorn
Those who fail to say "Thanks"
And to see them as guns
That shoot nothing but blanks
But if we want to be honest
Are we better than they?
Do we show that we're grateful
To our Lord every day?

Do we show we are thankful
With our words and our deeds?
When we see someone lacking
Do we help with their needs?
When we know someone's hurting
Do we give an embrace?
Or have we quickly forgotten
We were once in their place?