Gather around to hear the story
Not of the first Thanksgiving
But of those who walked the perilous
Mighty men, strong women
All just like me and you
Who faced the odds with determination
And their Heavenly Father knew.
It wasn’t that they chose the path
Of trouble and of pain
But ordered by God to raise their children
In honor of His glorious Name
They fought for freedom
Not with blood and sword
But with their lives all the same
For their children and their Lord.
The story of the first Thanksgiving
Should your blood and zeal quicken
And your faith thicken
As you hear of hardships long ago.
Of crosses born, of graves dug
Of generosity and of unfailing love
As we eat our turkey and munch on our pie
Please remember the reason why.
The reason to write an ode to Thanksgiving.
Happy Thanksgiving, y’all