Come ye thankful people, come
raise the song of harvest home;
all is safely gathered in,
ere the winter storms begin.
God our Maker doth provide
for our wants to be supplied
come to God's own temple, come,
raise the song of harvest home.
"My Heart is filled with thankfulness"
Have a listen:
I'm grateful for blogging friends and the many things we share in common.
I found out that Cranberry Morning and I have the same vintage
1980s H*llmark pilgrims; hers are salt and peppers and mine seem to stand alone.
Here are mine standing on my computer screen saying hello to their kin as seen on her blog.