Loyd C. Taylor, Sr.

Thanksgiving Must Be Near - Poem by Loyd C. Taylor, Sr.

When autumn's leaves pepper down
And anxiety shows on ole Tom's face;
Then the Roger’s plan a trip out of town
To visit relatives and share table grace.
When children prepare for a mini vacation,
As our country readies for a celebration;
Then America chooses to remember
That day long ago in November.
When gratitude permeates the air
And humbled hearts offer prayer;
Then Thanksgiving must be near.

When Sam O'Neil portrays John Smith,
And Inga proudly becomes Pocahontas;
As history dispels the modern myth,
While at fidgety kids, teachers fuss.
When strangers hold hands to pray to God
And thank Him for freedom's sod.
When the community extends a hand
And kindness covers this blessed land.
When gratitude permeates the air
And humbled hearts offer prayer;
Then Thanksgiving must be near.

Author's note:

The modern crowd would wish that there were no such day as Thanksgiving, for they cannot stand people praying to God, let alone giving him thanks. How absurd!

You may laugh, but today many wish to remove Jesus Christ from the celebration of Christmas, and yet He is the very reason for the season!

The Pilgrim settlers in Massachusetts held the original thanksgiving celebration during their second winter in America in December 1621. The first winter had killed 44 of the original 102 colonists. At one point, their daily food ration was down to five kernels of corn apiece, but then an unexpected trading vessel arrived, swapping them beaver pelts for corn, providing for their severe need. The next summer’s crop brought hope, and Governor William Bradford decreed that December 13,1621, be set aside as a day of feasting and prayer to show the gratitude of the colonists that they were still alive.

These Pilgrims, seeking religious freedom and opportunity in America, gave thanks to God for His provision for them in helping them find 20 acres of cleared land, for the fact that there were no hostile Indians in that area, for their newfound religious freedom, and for God’s provision of an interpreter to the Indians in Squanto.

Along with the feasting and games involving the colonists and more than 80 friendly Indians (who added to the feast by bringing wild turkeys and venison) , prayers, sermons, and songs of praise were important in the celebration. Three days were spent in feasting and prayer.

From that time forward, Thanksgiving has been celebrated as a day to give thanks to God for His gracious and sufficient provision.

President Abraham Lincoln officially set aside the last Thursday of November, in 1863, “as a day of thanksgiving and praise to our beneficent Father.”

In 1941, Congress ruled that after 1941, the fourth Thursday of November be observed as Thanksgiving Day and be a legal holiday.

Note: With the direction that many in our nation are taking, who knows how much longer we will be allowed to give thanks during Thanksgiving. We have become a foolish nation, kicking God out of everything, even removing Christ from Christmas. May God have mercy on the stupidity of this nation. We are blessed and I love America. I wish if people did not love her, they would leave her and leave our traditions alone!

I hope you enjoy the poem, Loyd

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, November 21, 2009

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