[Written for the Sentinel]

Thanksgiving

We thank Thee, Love divine,Not for a special gift or favor rare,But that Thou hearest every childlike prayer,And that Thou givest us each day's supplyFrom out the storehouse of infinity,With lavish hand.

Our Father-Mother God,Refuge almighty from temptation's snare,Life of our life, support in every care,We, in Thy strong protection, unafraid,Walk joyfully in peace, through light or shade,With gratitude.

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