Thanksgiving

Father of all we thank thee now on bended knee for all thy blessings rich spread lavishly. We thank thee for the sun which daily shines the soft wind in the pines the restless sea which surges all day long and soothes our hearts with its' sweet plaintive song. We thank thee for the stars at night that twinkle in the sky the mountains old whose fingers point to thee to lift our hearts set fettered spirits free. We thank thee for the love in all mens' hearts which knowledge of this sacrifice imparts. We thank thee most on bended knee for thy great gift of our mortality.