The greatest cryings of ThanksgivingCome not from chairs of ease;But rather, broken hearts exclaiming:“Master, do as you please!” Those valleys dark, my soul He’s seeingThe 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…