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?