I wrote this
poem when I was 16...(it has been a few years)
It was
thanksgiving day and all through the house
Not a soul
was stirring not even a mouse
Another
thanksgiving had almost gone by
And I had not
thanked my creator on high.
To myself I
thought, “what about all the others
Who did not
have families, fathers or mothers?”
So that
started off my great thinking spree
Of the home
of the brave and the land of the free.
We have it so
easy and always want more,
But aren’t we
forgetting those who went way before
Those soldiers
who fought, with much sacrifice
That we may
live freely with much to suffice?
And not only
them, let’s think back some more
To the
pilgrims who opened another great door.
They opened a
door of freedom to give-
To worship
the one who eternally will live.
And traveling
in to the past we will go
Where a baby
did sleep in a manger so low.
I thought of
His mother so pure and so sweet
And all of
those shepherds bowed down at his feet.
A picture so
lovely brought a tear to my eye.
I could not
contain it and started to cry.
How could
Yeshua sent from heaven above
Give of his
life for sinners to love?
More than all
I am thankful for one precious thing.
It is Jesus,
my Savior, my Lord and my King.
The soldiers,
the pilgrims, those all have their place,
But nothing
compares to God’s infinite grace.
So now as I
close, the day almost at end,
I give thanks
to my Messiah, my Lord and my Friend.
