A Thanksgiving Poem.
Thanks be to God the giver of life.
He silences pain,
And settles our strife.
He sacrificed all to eternally gain,
Communion with us the work of His hand.
What have we to give?
What does He demand?
That we follow in love,
Toward the promised land.
He fills us with joy.
He changes our name.
He came as a boy,
And traded His fame.
He lived blamelessly,
And modeled for all,
How we must live, in spite of the fall.
There’s nothing He can’t do,
No person’s too small.
Soon He’ll welcome us into,
His glorious hall.
So let us rejoice,
This Thanksgiving day,
In the God whose mere voice,
Casts sorrows away.