A sampling of graces

A sampling of graces

Thank God for home,
and crisp, fair weather,
and loving hearts
That meet together --
And red, ripe fruit
And golden grain --
And dear Thanksgiving
Come again!

-- Nancy Byrd Turner (1880-1971)

For the hay and the corn
and the wheat that is reaped,
For the labor well done,
and the barns that are heaped,
For the sun and the dew
and the sweet honeycomb,
For the rose and the song,
and the harvest brought home --
Thanksgiving! Thanksgiving!

-- Traditional English hymn

The lands around my dwelling
Are more beautiful
From the day
When it is given me to see
Faces I have never seen before.
All is more beautiful,
All is more beautiful,
And life is thankfulness.
These guests of mine
Make my house grand.

-- Eskimo prayer

And now, O friends,
hear the dream of a word:
Each spring gives us life,
the golden ear of corn refreshes us,
the tender ear of corn becomes a necklace for us.
We know that the hearts of our friends are true.

-- Nahuatl (Aztec) prayer, 16th century

O God,
I am as one hungry for rice,
parched as one thirsty for tea.
Fill my so empty heart.

-- Chinese prayer

I am the oldest of 10 children and 91 years old now but still remember and say our family grace taught by our parents, Elder Walter and Missionary Beulah Shields, around the big round table before we ate.

-- Dr. Willa Mae Johnson, Sheraden

Father, we thank you for this food for the nourishment of our bodies. Bless those that prepared it and those that receive it. In Jesus' name, forgive us for our sins. Amen."

My Aunt Mary Christulides of Edgewood used this blessing at a Thanksgiving Dinner several years ago and has since been a favorite of mine.

Heavenly Father,
We thank thee for food and remember the hungry.
We thank thee for health and remember the sick.
We thank thee for friends and remember the friendless.
We thank thee for freedom and remember the enslaved.
We pray that these remembrances may stir us to service that thy gifts to us may be used by others.

-- Sophia G. Panagis, Squirrel Hill

I grew up on the North Side and married a military man from Bell Acres. In Fayetteville, N.C., a teenaged camp counselor saw my 3-year-old son wearing his daily attire, a red cape, and eagerly taught us this grace. We still say it and look forward to having our 2-year-old grandson learn it.

-- Jane S. Hyde, Colorado Springs

To the tune of Superman, with arms up and swaying as if flying:

Thank you Lord for giving us food.
Thank you Lord for giving us food.
By your daily bread, that we all are fed ...

Now bend head down and bend elbows a bit and spring them back out, say in a lower tone:

Thank you Lord for giving us food.


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