The abundance of the season,
With its store of winter food,
Was the underlying reason
For the Pilgrims’ grateful mood.
By our standards it was meager,
By our plenty it was bare;
But that little band was eager
To thank Him who’d put it there.
With abundance we’re surrounded,
We have endless sky and sea.
By no limits are we bounded
But the wills of you and me.
There is friendship … there is beauty,
There is courage, faith and hope.
These impose no mortal duty …
They are infinite in scope.
For abundance found in living,
For the very gift of life,
Let us voice on this Thanksgiving,
Above the stridency of strife,
Our sincere appreciation
Unto Him to Whom it’s due;
So He’ll know His favored nation
Has a heart abundant too.