Pity not those with little money.
Many are rich beyond measure.
They count their blessings not in coins,
But in the things that most do treasure.
Love, communion, sharing life …
It’s these that truly count.
So on this day of giving thanks,
Perhaps your worries you’ll surmount.
Focus on what matters most.
Go straight into the heart.
You won’t find worry there, or fear at all.
Those things keep you apart.
It’s love that rules, it’s love that reigns,
It’s love that carries on
Long after all the football games
And all the turkey’s gone.
Yes, of course we speak of mundane things.
We know your world quite well.
It’s when you come to know the Spirit
That true gratitude does swell.
