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.