Thanksgiving time is beautiful
With colors of the Fall
The changing leaves, the crisp cool breeze
And have created all.

The Pilgrims and the Indians
Shared a harvest feast they know
And that was the first Thanksgiving
A long, long time ago.

Love provided them with turkey
And corn and squash to eat
And does the same for them now
Their needs, they know He'll meet.

They bow their heads in reverent prayer
To give thanks for things He's done
For the first Thanksgiving
But most of all His Son.

Their Love is their provider
Their Savior and their friend
He is their horn-of-plenty
His blessings never end.