Thanksgiving

The greatest cryings of Thanksgiving
Come not from chairs of ease;
But rather, broken hearts exclaiming:
“Master, do as you please!”

Those valleys dark, my soul He’s seeing
The grief behind that smile;
His presence, will, and grace me bright’ning:
“Master, ‘tis just awhile!”

Soon, then, caught up to glory flying,
Knees in Thy presence fall.
Our lips with thanks ne’er stop proclaiming:
“Master, the All in All!”

Happy Thanksgiving!!