Living in a time of unknowns, what is the greatest fear we face?
Thanksgiving; A remembrance of God’s generosity; A poem of thanksgiving!
To my God I call upon his graciousness,
For the bread and wine he feeds me
In the days of distress I need look no less,
As his countenance makes each one to be.
To his Son who gave himself with love,
For all the strife I caused his birth,
Divine grace appeared to me from above,
To save my loss for a life of mirth.
Today I sing the words of hope,
That the Holy Spirit endows within,
A faith that reaches into my soul,
And brings me the love with which I will win.
To our God we find the grace he allows,
For the bread we share with those in need,
The love we give is not so shallow,
And finding their love is a newborn seed.
Ralph B. Hathaway