Reading Time: < 1 minuteHymn of Thanksgiving
For the fields of ripened grain,
for scarlet leaves and gentle rain;
For rays of sunlight beaming bright,
for soft moonbeams to gleam at night—
Lord, I lift my voice and sing
as to You my thanks I bring.
For the family that is mine,
parents, children — gifts divine;
For friends and siblings ever near,
to share with me the happenings here—
Lord, I lift my voice and sing
as to You my thanks I bring.
For the grace You freely give,
for teaching me just how to live;
For faith, for joy, and a love that’s true,
for peace that lasts the whole night through —
Lord, I lift my voice and sing
as to You all thanks I bring.
Chris Ahlemann
Chris Ahlemann has published over 700 of her writings in The Quiet Hour, Vista, Today's Christina Woman, The Secret Place, LIVE, The Lutheran Journal, and many other publications. She writes greeting verse for Warner Press, Inc. for their Christian Art boxed cards. Chris and her husband live in Draper, UT.
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