My Thanksgiving

Not in a pious, perfect prayer

Or in words of propriety

But in each day of joy or care

Lord, let my thanksgiving be

Not in a season set apart

Or for a festive, gaudy show

But by the measure of my heart

Lord, let my thanksgiving flow

Not just because I know I should

Will I choose a blessing to tell

But because you are great and good

Lord, let my thanksgiving swell

© Janet Martin