Thanksgiving is continuous

For those who know:

Does not require fixed day and month

And Macy’s show.

Thanksgiving is an act of will

For those with much:

Iron strength still comes from bended knees.

‘Tis not a crutch.

Well and ill, we all partake

Of Your heart’s fires;

A billion hungers, yet Your peace

Fills all desires.

We are the richest of Your poor;

Your ransomed kin;

Of every skin, of peace and war–

All gathered in.

We are the prodigals come home;

One destiny.

A cross hangs from our wall:

Thanksgiving tree.

Thanksgiving is continuous

For those who know . . .