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Thanksgiving Table

The table is set for our thanksgiving feast

and all have taken their place

The meal of the year, is finally here,

and oh, how great it will taste..

 

Potatoes and gravy and cranberry sauce,

and rolls that are made fresh and hot.

Turkey with stuffing, right out of the oven.

Pumpkin pie that hasn’t been bought.

 

Our family is anxiously gathered around

in a circle of love hand in hand.

A scene reminiscent of thanksgivings past.

A tradition we all understand.

 

Dad offers a prayer of thanksgiving to God

for abundance of blessings we share.

Tears touch his cheeks as he humbly gives thanks

for much more than the food that is there.

 

Though stomachs are empty, each heart is full

while united as family we pray,

Thanking dear God for His wonderful love,

and our blessings this Thanksgiving Day.

 

When this day is gone and life carries on,

may gratitude live on in me.

Lord help me, I pray, to make every day

a day of thanksgiving to Thee.

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Nov 27, 2011
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