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This day of Thanksgiving
When pausing to pray, For the many blessings That You’ve sent my way, I think of the bounty; The blessings untold, And, for my salvation When I joined Your fold. I’m thankful, Dear Father, For family and friends, For food and for lodging, For money to spend. I’m thankful for good health And happiness, too. But, most of all, Father, I’m thankful for You. You loved me before I Was even born. You bore all my sins. You suffered such scorn. You died on Calvary To set all men free. Thank you, Oh Dear Father, For including me.
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