Thanksgiving

Let me not miss one thought of love from Thee,To scatter to my brethren far and wide.What if the loaves and fishes do seem few?Still, in Thine infinite largess we abide.

Taking the loaves and fishes we look up,With gratitude and praise, our God, to Thee.The scales of limited, short sight fall off; We see in every place Thy bounty free.

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