Thanksgiving For The Soul

From fish and leaven bread
to corn and grain across the years
battles fought lost and won we've
looked with thankful tears.

The tears of gratefulness though
empires ruined but some joyfully saved
to our Father who is in heaven
we give you a song of ultimate praise.

We come to you with our harvest
some with much others few
a thanksgiving for the souls
reminding us of what we must persue.

Father, when every child sees
the boundtiful heavenly spread
we'll then truly grasp your harvest
which you've so graciously lead.

rhonda ramsey cash

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