We gather each year to
remember the year gone by
the harvest season, the days
of thanksgiving
the first Thanksgiving, in
the cold of New England,
a small band of devout
Pilgrims and
rough-hewn adventurers,
together sharing the bounty
of their first harvest, with
the Indians they had come to know
Stopping, raising voices and
prayers in humble thanks
to the Creator, Sustainer, our
Provider God
Humble prayers, for they
knew full well the cost
the price they had paid for
the parting from the safety
the bold act of faith to go
from Europe
to this new land, knowing
that it was not Virginia
Knowing that they had lost
so many saints,
so many souls that first
year, half of their number,
that their community was
smaller, that their lives had been harder
harder than they planned;
but the God who they followed
watched over them, protected
the shoot of the stump
the hardy band, the noble
colony and God
gave them reason to give their
Thanksgiving
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edited November 26, 2014
Giving Thanks – v2
Thanksgiving Day
November 22, 2006 11:57
Giving Thanks
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