Thanksgiving
By Ralph Waldo Emerson
For each new morning with its light,
For rest and shelter of the night,
For health and food,
For love and friends,
For everything Thy goodness sends.
November
2011
Sketch
Notes
The Gifts Of Life
By MaryGrace Patterson
There are many things in life which
affect us on a daily basis. All one has to
do, is look and see the treasures which
are there.
I'm thankful for the little things
which make my world complete
I'm thankful for the good things
that are always such a treat
Most of us take for granted
the little things along life's way
Most are common place,
or a part of each new day
All one has to do is,
to look around and see
The wondrous gifts our Lord
has created which touch you and me
A drop of glistening dew,
upon green blades of grass
The sun shine on a summers day
in which all nature basks
The cry of a new born babe,
all creatures great and small
The earth we live on,
love's light which touches us all
There are so many precious things
which affect us every day
All we have to do is look,
God's wonders are never far away
Open up your hearts,
let God's light come shining through
He'll be there every day,
for His love is forever true

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Beauty By Leann Marshall
A tree lets go its leaves And there’s nothing left to learn
If only t'were as simple A soul’s quintessence to discern
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