Even though I clutch my blanket and growl
when the alarm rings each morning,
thank you, Lord, that I can hear.
There are many who are deaf.

Even though I keep my eyes tightly closed
against the morning light as long as possible,
thank you Lord, that I can see.
There are many who are blind.

Even though I huddle in my bed
and put off the effort of rising, thank you,
Lord that I have the strength to rise.
There are many who are bedridden.

Even though the first hour of my day is hectic,
when socks are lost, toast is burned,
and tempers are short, thank you,
Lord, for my family.
There are many who are lonely.

Even though our breakfast table never looks
like the pictures in magazines
and the menu is at times unbalanced,
thank you, Lord for the food we have.
There are many who have no job.

Even though I grumble and bemoan
my fate from day to day
and wish my circumstances were not so modest,
thank you, Lord, for the gift of life.

~Author Unknown~

Thank you God for all that grows,
Thank you for the sky's rainbows,
Thank you for the stars that shine,
Thank you for these friends of mine,
Thank you for the moon and sun,
Thank you God for all you've done!

by Brian F. King

O Lord, with humble hearts we pray
Thy blessing this Thanksgiving Day
And ask that at table place,
Where grateful folk say words of grace,
That Thou will come to share the yield
Thy bounty gave to farm and field.
We pray thy love will bless, O Lord,
Each hearth, each home, each festive board;
And that Thy peace will come to stay
Where candles glow, Thanksgiving Day.

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