Thanksgiving Day

a poem
a song
a prayer
a blessing
a picture



Forefather’s Day
by Edgar Guest

Look back three hundred years and more:
A group upon a rock-bound shore,
Borne by the Mayflower o’er the sea,
Pledged hearts and lives to liberty.

They were the few we hail with pride
Singing: “Land where our fathers died,”
Daring to die that this might be
Forever: “Land of the noble free.”

At Plymouth Rock they could not know
How far their shadows then would go,
That freedom (as today we sing)
From every mountainside should ring.

“Our Fathers’ God to Thee” I pray
That we, devoted as were they,
Who sing: “Long may our land be bright”
Shall cherish: “Freedom’s holy light.”


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We gather together to ask the Lord’s blessing;
He chastens and hastens His will to make known.
The wicked oppressing now cease from distressing.
Sing praises to His Name; He forgets not His own.



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Lord, we give You thanks for all that You in Your mercy have given us to be and to do and to have.
Deliver us, Lord, from all greed to be and to do and to have anything not in accord with Your holy purposes.
Teach us to rest quietly in Your promise to supply, recognizing that if we don't have it we don't need it.
Teach us to desire Your will--nothing more, nothing less, and nothing else.
For Jesus' sake.
Amen

~Elisabeth Elliot


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Blessings on this day of Thanks giving.

May your hearts be light
your burdens, shared
and your soul, ever thankful.

Love,
Donna