We Thank You, Lord (A Thanksgiving Song)

For frost-dusted furrow where harvest is gleaned

For eager-eyed children where summer is weaned

For leaf-swaddled havens of woodland and dell

Soft-kissed into cradles where autumn-song fell

For bins filled with mercy where spilled seed is stored

For these tender blessings we thank You, Lord

For food, friends and family, freedom and faith

For home, health and hope of heaven after death

For happiness not dependent on this world

For sunrise and sunset steadfastly unfurled

For bread on the table and Bread from Your Word

For these gracious blessings we thank You, Lord

For little boy noise and little girl giggles,

For platters of pancakes and spaghetti squiggles

For fire in the fireplace and coffee-table clutter

For cheese, please. Crackers and peanut butter

For promise of springtime as winter’s reward

For these precious blessings we thank You, Lord

We thank You Lord, for your bountiful Hand

For rain-sun compassion to favor the land

For music of earth in four-seasons decreed

For measureless treasure in every seed

For Your faithful Presence to comfort and gird

We bow before You and thank you, Lord

© Janet Martin

 

 Somehow American Thanksgiving is contagious;) I'm especially thankful the farmers were able to harvest a little more crops in the last 2 days.