Thanksgiving Poem

The Blessings That Remain

There are loved ones that are missing

From the fireside and the feast;

There are faces that have vanished,

There are voices that have ceased;

But we know they passed forever

From our mortal grief and pain,

And we thank Thee, Oh our Father,

For the blessings that remain.

Thanksgiving, oh, thanksgiving,

That their love once blessed us here,

That so long they walked beside us,

Sharing every smile and tear;

For the joy the past has brought us,

But can never take away,

For the sweet and gracious memories

Growing dearer every day.

For the faith that keeps us patient

Looking at the things unseen,

Knowing spring shall follow winter

And the earth again be green,

For the hope of that glad meeting

Far from mortal grief and pain...

We thank Thee, Oh our Father,

For the blessings that remain.

-Annie Flint Johnson

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