A Country Thanksgiving

A country Thanksgiving’s
the most glorious kind.
For we saw the food raised,
from the stalk and the vine.

We are no stranger
to the hoe and the plow.
We’ve each known hard labor,
and sweat on our brow.

But that labor’s behind us
the crops are all in.
Let’s humble ourselves
and be thankful again.

For the food on the table
a result of our task.
And for strength for the labor
a labor now past.

Father, a blessing,
we know we’ve received here.
You’ve shown us Your mercy
throughout the past year.

And on through the future
please show us the way.
As we strive more to serve You
with each passing day.


Betty J. Newman ©1976