Pilgrims reached the blessed shore,
But bitter winters were in store.
Death and anguish played their part.
Still, ’twas with a thankful heart
That they gathered to expound
Upon the God whose gifts abound.
We, who in their footsteps trod,
Though they lie beneath the sod,
Now do take the lesson learned
From their lives, and, in our turn,
We prepare to thank and praise;
To that same God our anthems raise.
And just as they faced troubled days,
Through hardships grievous made their ways,
So, now, such grievous times we face,
That ne’er before have taken place.
Yet from their lesson we take heart
And lift our songs with grateful hearts.
We will not bow to troubled thoughts,
Nor in the throes of fear be caught,
We have too rich a heritage.
So with forefathers we engage
To praise and sing and laugh and play
And celebrate Thanksgiving Day.
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To praise and to sing…amen!
Wonderful Sandra.
Just my tonic for this morning Sandra.. thank you 😉
Glad to hear that, Gerry. I’ve been too busy to do much blog stuff this week, and I’m glad I was able to post this little poem if it made your day better.
Yup – we don’t celebrate that day either, but we DO celebrate Thanksgiving!