Happy Thanksgiving!

The sun that shines upon the earth;

The wonder of a baby’s birth;

The moon that radiates at night;

With stars that shine a brilliant light;

The showers that refresh the land;

The plant and bud on every hand;

The lofty trees with mighty roots;

The shrubs and vines and tiny shoots;

The waving grain and great blue sky;

The harvest time with its supply;

The spring and summer, cold and snow—

Declare a thing, a message show

They speak of a Creator’s love,

And show a Father’s heart above

They tell of He who holds our days,

And guards our very path and ways

The sense of sight, and touch, and smell;

The workings of the human cell;

The steady beating of the heart;

The complexity of every part;

The bounties on our table spread,

Or water with a little bread;

And that which for the soul we gain—

The Bread from Him that will sustain—

The Sabbath with its joyful rest,

Of which we are so richly blessed;

And then the Gift of gifts, the One

Whose glory outshines star and sun;

These things continually retell,

That God above does all things well

They show a love surpassing thought,

In all these gifts displayed and wrought

Continually the evidence,

Of our God’s benevolence, 

Tells His love and sings His praise—

Then why not our thanksgiving raise?

If you were wearing Solomon's shoes...

If you were wearing Solomon’s shoes

What would you want? What would you choose?

If bright this morning, on your knees,

The Lord has asked you what you please

Would you have asked for wealth or fame? 

Or for a well-respected name?

Would you have asked a pleasant life—

Devoid of challenge, strain, or strife?

Would you have wanted something good

That still was not the best you could?

A life of ease or longer days?

Or human words of love and praise?

Or maybe skill for some nice task—

Would that be what you’d want and ask?

To sing like birds...or speak like gold

Or gain a talent yet untold...

Let not the good supplant the best.

For those who ask will still be blessed

When they delight themselves in Him,

Whose choicest blessings never dim

For God “will give that which is good”

And if this thing we understood,

We’d trust the plan He had in mind

And crave each gift that He designed 

We’d want to want what He would choose,

No matter what we’d gain or lose

For just as Solomon gained more

In seeking wisdom from God’s store

When we will seek Him first and best,

Then can be added all the rest,

For such will have it’s proper place,

When far eclipsed by Jesus’ face!