My cornucopia is filled
On this Thanksgiving Day;
And my heart too, with reverence stilled
When to the Lord I pray–
For fortunes more than I can list
That bless my life each day;
Like waking up to morning mist
And sunlight’s golden ray–
I’ve ears to hear the warbler’s song,
The buzzing of the bees;
And children as they walk along
Beneath the stately trees–
A nose to smell fresh baking bread,
The perfume of a rose;
Sweet scents that chase away my dread
And fill me with repose–
Clear eyes to see the mountainside,
A lazy babbling brook;
The grandeur that God does provide,
Wherever I may look–
A tongue to taste the berry tart,
The sweetness of a pear;
Good food that memories impart
Of cherished times so rare–
Soft hands to feel the gentle skin
Of she who I revere;
So that I can caress her chin
Or wipe away a tear–
A solid roof to keep me safe
From winter’s howling storm;
Dry logs laid in the fireplace
To keep me snug and warm–
A bookcase filled with volumes thick
To keep me occupied;
Yea, thinner tomes that do the trick
When time makes me decide–
A wife who loves me as I am
Despite the things I lack;
Who holds me gentle as a lamb;
She never would attack–
The gift of Faith in Jesus Christ
My Savior and my King,
Who suffered until it sufficed;
To Him, I’ll praises sing–
So many things to bless my life
That I can justly say;
My cornucopia is rife
On this Thanksgiving Day–