Thankful
by Dorothy Nell Harper
The very word "Thanksgiving"
Is enough to give us pause
To search for its deepest meaning
That gives us all a cause.
To reflect on life in general,
For the reason to greet the morn,
To know that somebody loves us
And is glad that we were born.
As we call to mind our belssings
From the greatest to the least
We are conscious of the hunger
Even as we sit to feast.
We recall the things we're thankful for
Family, church and friends.
I'm even thankful for my cat
And a list that never ends.
For if I tried to name them all,
This poem would go on and on.
I would soon run out of paper
And my spelling might be wrong!
Besides, Jesus knows my limit
And I have my stopping place.
I will just say "Lord, I'm thankful"
There. I state my case.
by Dorothy Nell Harper
The very word "Thanksgiving"
Is enough to give us pause
To search for its deepest meaning
That gives us all a cause.
To reflect on life in general,
For the reason to greet the morn,
To know that somebody loves us
And is glad that we were born.
As we call to mind our belssings
From the greatest to the least
We are conscious of the hunger
Even as we sit to feast.
We recall the things we're thankful for
Family, church and friends.
I'm even thankful for my cat
And a list that never ends.
For if I tried to name them all,
This poem would go on and on.
I would soon run out of paper
And my spelling might be wrong!
Besides, Jesus knows my limit
And I have my stopping place.
I will just say "Lord, I'm thankful"
There. I state my case.
