As some of you may be aware, I am down in the Golf States today (this whole  past week) with Lutheran Church Charities – The Feeding of the 5000, working  through our churches that have lost so much since Aug. 29th – but who are all SO  THANKFUL TO GOD.  I though of this poem for this Thanksgiving day  2005
  
 Thanksgiving  Devotion
  
 
Twas the day of Thanksgiving, 
When all through the  city, 
Not a creature was giving thanks - 
Oh, what a pity. 
No church  doors were open, 
No prayer meetings going on; 
In this city of  Christians, 
Something was terribly wrong. 
So the spirit of the Lord  walked 
To and fro 
In search of thanksgivers - 
Where could he go?  
  
 Ah, now there is a home in which 
Thanks should be many,  
For I have blessed its occupants 
With the horn of plenty. 
The turkey  and trimmings 
Have been prepared with great care, 
For family and friends  
Will soon be there. 
  
 I have lifted some from 
Their beds of affliction; 
I  have delivered others from 
Crippling addiction. 
I have sheltered some  from 
The dangerous storm; 
I have sent goodness and mercy to 
Protect  from harm. 
  
 I have given them health and strength 
To meet life's  demands, 
Yet they fail to do what I command. 
Upon their babes I have  showered 
Blessings from above - 
Health and happiness and agape love.  
Now as they gather around the table. 
One by one, 
Surely they will  feel the presence of 
My outstretched arms. 
  
 After each one had taken 
His respective seat, 
Without  giving thanks, 
Each one did eat. 
They devoured the turkey, 
Dressing  and yams 
Without giving thanks to 
"I am that I am." 
  
 Now after all had partaken 
Of the scrumptious meal,  
They gathered around the television 
For their greatest thrill. 
While  some of the little ones 
Went out to play, 
Others preferred a nap,  
For it had been a long day. 
  
 Someone shouted, 
"Let the football begin!" 
But there  were no thanks still, 
And no amens, 
Just the laughter, chatter,  
Yells and screams 
Coming from loyal fans 
Supporting their teams.  
While some little ones rested, 
Undisturbed from their naps, 
Others  wiggled restlessly on their 
Mommies' cushioned laps. 
  
 Now surely during halftime, 
Either one or all 
Will  remember to give thanks for 
Blessings great and small. 
But the  excitement of the game 
Kept their attention; 
No thanks were given,  
And My name was not mentioned. 
When the games had ended 
And the day  was done, 
There were no thanks still; 
No, not one. 
  
 Now, concerning their fate, 
My heart did ponder. 
How  could they not give thanks? 
My spirit did wonder. 
Perhaps I should  destroy 
Their fine homes with a storm, 
Or refuse to shelter them and  
protect them from harm. 
Maybe I will allow SIDS to rob 
Their babies'  cradles - 
Surely then they will know I am God 
Who is able. 
  
 If I make my presence known 
In a famine or drought,  
Then they will really know what 
Giving thanks is all about. 
If I  take away their jobs and 
Give them poverty instead, 
Then they will learn  to thank me for 
Their daily meat and bread. 
If I allow them to be  overtaken by 
Affliction and addiction, 
My unmerited favors they will  declare 
With true spirit and conviction. 
  
 I am that I am - 
Yes, that is My name. 
To give life  more abundantly is 
The reason I came. 
I am He who rides through 
The  mighty wind. 
I am the giver of life and 
The forgiver of sin. 
I am He  who causes the lame to walk. 
I give words to the dumb 
So they may talk.  
I am the Lord that healeth thee. 
Yes, I am He who divided 
The Red  Sea. 
Yes, "I am that I am" is 
Still My name - 
Was, am and will be, I  am the same. 
  
 "Who will give thanks today?" 
The  Lord continues to ask. 
"I will," say the homeless, 
Unemployed, hungry  and sick. 
"After all, it is our 
Reasonable service; 
It is not a  difficult task." 
Maybe someday those with the 
Horn of plenty 
Will  pause to give thanks, 
For their blessings are many. 
  
 Now to the readers, 
Before you must go, 
There is one  more thing 
I want you to know. 
Through the words of this poem, 
I  have attempted to say: 
Don't forget the true meaning of 
Thanksgiving  Day. 
Remember, "It's not by power 
Nor by might, 
"But by my spirit,"  says the Lord. 
Happy Thanksgiving to all, 
And to all a good night.
  
  
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