GIVING THANKS AT THANKSGIVING

He meets me in the morning when

The eastern skies are gray,

His smile starts spreading over the sky

And backs the gloom away!

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That smile grows wider, soon the east

Is bright and rosy red.

The wind is the ripple of His laugh

At something Gabriel said!

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It is clear to me the birds are glad,

They are echoing His cheer.

Their homes exposed to wind and rain

That song, does it show fear?

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Why should I then be fearful of the

Elements or pain,

The future, past of man or beast,

Of fire, wind, or rain?

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Our Heavenly Father loves us all.

We are His creatures, too.

All nature sings so why do not we

His praise forever!  True!

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Sam Cox 08.20.03

(Published back in the 50’s)

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