A Thanksgiving Poem by Paul Dunbar – 1872-1906. Paul Laurence Dunbar, born 1872 and the author of numerous collections of poetry and prose, was one of the first African American poets to gain national recognition.
The sun hath shed it’s kindly light,
Our harvesting is gladly o’er
Our fields have felt no killing blight,
Our bins are filled with goodly store.
From Pestilence, fire, flood, and sword
We have been spared by thy decree,
And now with humble hearts, O Lord,
We come to pay our thanks to thee.
We feel that had our merits been
The measure of thy gifts to us,
We erring children, born in sins,
Might not now be rejoicing thus.
No deed of our hath brought us grace;
When thou was nigh our sight was dull,
We hid in trembling from thy face,
But thou, O God, wert merciful.
Thy mighty hands o’er all the land
Hath still been open to bestow
Those blessing which our wants demand
From heaven, whence all blessing flow.
Thou hath, with ever-watchful eye
Looked down on us with Holy care,
And from thy storehouse in the sky
Hath scattered plenty everywhere.
Then lift we up our songs of praise
To thee, O Father, good and kind;
To thee we consecrate our days;
Be thine the temple of each mind.
With incense sweet our thanks ascend;
Before thy works our power pall;
Though we should strive years without end,
We could not thank thee for them all.
“Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name”. Psalms 100:4KJV
Give thanks to God every day with praise and worship, thanking Him for all the blessings he showers over us day by day. The Day of Thanksgiving is a time when we allow our body, soul, and spirit to come together in one big THANKS and GIVING unto God all we have to offer him in Hallelujah praise.!!!
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