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
Its these that truly count.
So on this day of giving thanks,
Perhaps your worries youll surmount.
Focus on what matters most.
Go straight into the heart.
You wont find worry there, or fear at all.
Those things keep you apart.
Its love that rules, its love that reigns,
Its love that carries on
Long after all the football games
And all the turkeys gone.
Yes, of course we speak of mundane things.
We know your world quite well.
Its when you come to know the Spirit
That true gratitude does swell.
