There is a song we sing every year at Thanksgiving back home. I have never heard it sung except at that time of year. In Africa they sing it all year round. They don't celebrate Thanksgiving Day here, they give thanks every day.
For the beauty of the earth,
For the beauty of the skies,
For the love which from our birth,
over and around us lies,
Lord of all, to thee we raise,
this our hymn of grateful praise.
For the beauty of each hour,
of the day and of the night,
Hill and Vale, and tree and flower
Sun and moon, and stars of light
Lord of all, to thee we raise,
this our hymn of grateful praise.
For the joy of human love,
Brother, sister, parent, child,
Friends on earth, and friends above,
For all gentle thoughts and mild,
Lord of all, to thee we raise,
this our hymn of grateful praise.
Happy Thanksgiving to our wonderful family and friends. We are sending you our thoughts, love, prayers and thanks for your support as we are here in Ghana, Africa for another 9 months of our humanitarian mission. We just passed our half way point. We feel so blessed to be here and be able to serve the people of Africa by helping them get clean water and improve their sanitation. It amazes us every day to see that even though the people here have so little, they keep it clean and do the best they can with what they have. Everything they have is a blessing to them, everything. We count them and each of you as our blessings.
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With our love,
Mike and April |