THANKSGIVING

Dear Lord, so often we forget

That all we cherish comes from Thee.

In daily life we rush and fret-

We count our money, and regret

The things that were-or weren't-to be.

Too often we have faced the day

With unconcern for how it came,

No matter that the sub's display-

That nature's blessing sent our way,

Came through the grace of THY dear Name.

We're to inclined to think that we

Just need God at the times we ask.

The intervals we spend with Thee

Come on heels of misery,

And are regarded as a task.

WE spend a moment giving thanks

For many hours or days of love.

Our untithed wealth goes into banks;

Our untithed time is filled with pranks;

Our thoughts are not on things above.

But then a moment comes of peace,

Of sudden silance in our hearts

Our hectic motions quickly cease-

And tensions find a full release.

Humbly we tke our rightful parts.

And then,before God's glory now,

In greatful thanks for all He gives,

We quietly- in meekness bow.

Our busy lives at last allow

Thanksgiving to the God who lives.