| This Day of Thanksgiving by Shirley McNeilly |
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As a child I remember on Thanksgiving Day The family together, heads bowed as we prayed. I often wondered who we had prayed to For Lord, no one then had told me about You. The season is changing, leaves turning bright Gold fall is upon us, soon cold winds will blow. Summer is leaving, to come back next Year, and November tells us Thanksgiving is near. And I look on the hillside where our large Pumpkins grow, and see how God's blessed Each seed that we sowed.. O, the beauty that comes when season's Change, puts joy in my heart and gives Praise to His name. Your name I've learned Lord I once didn't Know, makes Thanksgiving Day A joy to behold. This year my head I will bow once again And say thank you to Jesus, my Saviour and Friend. For this Thanksgiving my Lord's here with Me, for that I am thankful knowing He'll never leave. |
| © 2002 Shirley McNeilly |
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