Soon flies the snow
Now harsh winds blow
Leaves answering the bluster call
Invoke their name and finally fall
Cold and barren without cover
Yet in this season we discover
Thankfulness is in full bloom
Blossoms in late autumn gloom
Growing like a flower planted
Gratitude takes naught for granted
To a certain grateful day
Thanksgiving parts the clouds of gray
And ushers us to greet the Son
When thanks becomes a Christmas one
So may this week prepare you thus
To bless the One who died for us
Happy Thanksgiving.
2 Corinthians 9:15
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