This
Thanksgiving as you’re seated,
At
the table, in your place,
And
you bow your head in humbleness,
Prepared
to offer grace,
Don’t
thank Him just for what is
there,
Before
you on the platter,
For
these are just the extras,
And
they really do not matter,
What
are the blessings we recall,
Where
do we even start?
The
answer to this question lies,
Deep
down inside the heart,
I
can only answer for
Myself
and so you see,
The
thanks I offer Him this year,
Is
relative to me.
I’m
thankful for the freedom
Of
this nation where we live,
And
for the military and
The
sacrifice they give,
The
firemen, policemen,
And
the teacher in the school,
For
democracy in action that
Allows
each one to rule,
I
am thankful for the food we eat,
For
we are truly blessed,
Clean
water, and the air we breathe,
My
bed wherein I rest,
For
homes to shelter, clothes to
wear,
The
shoes upon my feet,
And
for the ones that share my life,
This
blessing’s extra sweet,
For
health and wealth the world can
know,
But
only in their dreams,
We
have it so abundantly,
We’re
bursting at the seams,
Yes
I’m thankful for His
blessings,
He’s
bestowed upon this nation,
But
most of all I’m thankful for
His
offer of salvation,
His
willingness to die for me,
That
I be cleansed of sin,
That
someday I might hear His voice,
As
he says, “enter in”.
So
as you bow your heads this year,
Prepared
to do your part,
Don’t
speak to Him with just your
mind,
But
open up your heart. |