Thanksgiving Poem

Thanksgiving
Ann Dunlap, May 23, 2004

“Though the fig tree should not blossom

and there be no fruit on the vines,

Though the yield of the olive should fail

and the fields produce no food,
Though the flock should be cut off from the fold

and there be no cattle in the stalls,
Yes I will exult in the Lord,

I will rejoice in the God of my salvation.
The Lord God is my strength,

and He has made my feet like hinds’ feet,
And makes me walk on my high places."
Habakkuk 3:17-19

Not for what You give me, Lord,
Nor what I now may own;
Not for daily circumstance,
Nor blessings yet unknown.
Just for who You are to Me:
Redeemer, Savior, Friend,
May humble thanks flow from my heart ~
And to Your throne ascend.