‘Twas the Tuesday before Thanksgiving…
…and all through the house, all the creatures went shopping, except for this mouse.
So I sat and I listened to sounds of quiet cheer, and thanked God again for joy soon here.
I’m supposed to be cleaning, but before I begin–I wanted to write this thankful note for both kith and kin.
Those near and those far, I never forget–each face, through my memory, some I have never met.
I stop for a moment and bend my knee, giving thanks for they’ve given so abundantly to me.
A smile, a kind word or prayer and a gift–letting the dross of my much-ness be all a-sift.
I thank God and intercede for all left unsaid…and remember those feelings which hold weighty tread.
Then I pause and give thanks for my enemies, too–a tool in God’s hand, shaping the much and the few
of my faults and my pride and the things that must go, so I walk boldly by faith and see wisdom grow.
The years laid down carried many such tools, to resent such pressure is the making of fools.
I grasp now in my heart thankfulness for all, the easy and hard, the big and the small.
For I know to my marrow such unmerited grace. And I look ’round overwhelmed, by the hope of Christ’s face.
To you, my brother, and you, my sister–the stranger, the miser, the resentful mister…
Be blessed this Thanksgiving and forget not a one–give thanks to the Father in the light of the Son.
With joyful love from our home to yours!