Thanksgiving

When the evening sun is sinking,
I am thankful everyday.
For the land, in which I'm living,
Founded in the freedom way.

I'm thankful for my heritage,
That came across the blue.
For pioneers...stout-hearted,
Who found their homes anew.

I'm thankful that no hunger pains,
Can hold me in a robber's-den.
That I am taught respect and love,
For all my fellowmen.

I'm thankful for religion,
For life beyond the grave.
That Jesus Christ...the Son of God,
Atoned...my soul to save.

I'm thankful that I'm thankful,
For a worth in life to treasure.
God grant me daily breath of words,
To speak and feel full measure.


E.P. 1908 - 1989