“Come, let us sing for joy to the Lord; let us shout aloud to the Rock of our salvation. Let us come before him with thanksgiving and extol him with music and song,” (Psalm 95:1-2 NIV).
One of the hymns I think of during Thanksgiving is “We Plow the Fields, and Scatter” by Matthias Claudius, 1782. The words speak to the season and God’s constant presence and touch in our lives. Read the words or sing along with me.
“We plow the fields, and scatter The good seed in the land, but it is fed and watered By God’s almighty hand; He sends the snow in winter, The warmth to swell the grain, The breezes and the sunshine, And soft refreshing rain. All good gifts around us Are sent from heav’n above; Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord For all His love. He only is the Maker of all things near and far, He paints the wayside flower He lights the evening star; The winds and waves obey Him, By Him the birds are fed; Much more to us, His children, He gives our daily bread. All good gifts around us Are sent from heav’n above; Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord For all His love. We thank Thee then, O Father, For all things bright and good, The seed-time and the harvest, Our life, our health, our food; Accept the gifts we offer For all Thy love imparts, And what Thou most desirest, Our humble, thankful hearts. All good gifts around us Are sent from heav’n above; Then thank the Lord, O thank the Lord For all His love. Amen.”
May your Thanksgiving be filled with joy and love and may you make memories to cherish and warm your heart for years to come. Have a blessed Thanksgiving.
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