IS “THANKSGIVING DAY”
I clutch my blanket and growl when
the alarm rings, thank you, Lord, that I can
hear. There are many who are deaf.
I keep my eyes closed against the
morning light as long as possible, thank you,
Lord, that I can see. Many are blind.
I huddle in my bed and put off
rising, thank you, Lord, that I have the strength
to rise. There are many who are bedridden.
the first hour of my day is hectic,
when socks are lost, toast is burned and tempers
are short, my children are so loud, thank
you, Lord, for my family. There are many who are
our breakfast table never looks
like the pictures in magazines and the menu is at
times unbalanced, thank you,Lord, for the
food we have. There are many who are hungry.
the routine of my job often is
monotonous, thank you, Lord, for the opportunity
to work. There are many who have no job.
I grumble and bemoan my fate from
day to day and wish my circumstances were not so
modest, thank you, Lord, for life!