They ran/walked purposely, eagerly
from the chancel into the
sanctuary,
out between the pews, by the rows
of smiling adults, the children of
our church
going out to bring an offering of
food
for the homeless, the shelters,
this season of harvest, of Thanksgiving
Laughing, heavy laden with their
bounty
of their ingathering, sharing the
load
A boy and girl held the handles of
a bag
marching down to the altar to
present
our gifts, out of Your bounty,
their treasure to our God
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edited January 25, 2015
Ingathering – v3
(merging edits to version 1 and version 2)
edited November 26, 2014
Ingathering – v2
Thanksgiving Day
Ingathering
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