Strangers In A Stange Land

They came, these Pilgrims, to a strange, wild land,

With none to know which day would be their last.

In their native country they had never known

So bitter a winter, so piercing an icy blast.

They never had dreamed that food could be so scarce,

While famine and death stalked darkly by their side.

They paid for toil with cruelly aching backs,

While far too often many a loved one died.

Then strangely, one day, they who possessed no wealth

Sat down to a hoarded feast; they bowed in prayer

To the God of mercy, lifting greatful hearts

For the little they had, and for His gracious care.

They thanked Him for their lives that He had spared.

They had their freedom for the days ahead:

What more need man require, when all is said?

Unknowingly they passed some virtue on

To us in our strange wilderness today.

Remembering them, we join their simple fare,

And humbled, as we should be, we too, pray.

Happy Thanksgiving

From

Howard, Teresa, & Katie Beth