THANKSGIVING DAY comes but once each year,
Yet in our hearts, if indeed we revere
The SOURCE of HIM who knows no peer,
Who fills our hearts with love and cheer,
Who shed real blood, not simply beer,
Who asks of us something not too dear,
That every day we offer HIM, who knows no fear,
A Prayer of thanks in HIS sacred ear.
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A Prayer of thanks in HIS sacred ear/// well penned on thanksgiving time