My friend Teresa in Maryland e-mailed me this beautiful poem, and I thought I would share it with you.
Our Father, fill our hearts, we pray,
With gratitude Thanksgiving Day;
For food and raiment Thou dost give,
That we in comfort here may live.
With bread of life our spirits feed
And grant to us the grace we need,
Guide Thou our feet lest they should stray
From paths of righteousness away.
True service may we render Thee
In love and deep humility;
Deliver us from every sin,
In His dear name we ask. Amen.
Luther B. Cross
Blessings friends! Becky
