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Thursday, November 27, 2008
Thanksgiving Day
Norman Rockwell said it much better with with paint than I can with words, but the familiar words of an old song are my prayer for America today:
BLESS THIS HOUSE
Bless this house, O Lord, we pray,
Make it safe by night and day.
Bless these walls so firm and stout,
Keeping want and trouble out.
Bless the roof and chimneys tall,
Let Thy peace lie over all.
Bless this door that it may prove
Ever open to joy and love.
Bless these windows shining bright,
Letting in God’s heavenly light.
Bless the hearth ablazing there,
With smoke ascending like a prayer.
Bless the folk who dwell within,
Keep us pure and free from sin.
Bless us all that we may be
Fit, O Lord, to dwell with Thee,
Bless us all that one day we
May dwell, O Lord, with Thee.
(copyright 1927 by May H. Brahe & Helen Taylor)
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Great post.
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A wonderful hymn. Thanks for sharing it and that wonderful Norman Rockwell painting.
ReplyDeleteSending wishes for a Blessed and Happy Thanksgiving to you and your family.
I love Norman Rockwell's art work. Years ago my oldest daughter bought me a huge coffee table book of Norman Rockwell paintings and I never tire of looking at every detail of his amazing work. Lovley blessing. Hope your Thanksgiving was wonderful and that you have a belly full of turkey.
ReplyDeleteour thanksgiving was just wonderful, we all went to the mall to tell santa what we wanted for christmas and he sid i was getting a stick and a caol, and we had our fire alram go off and all the turket was burnedt and and i got to eat my favorite chicken gibblets from the chinaman down the stree, and janet was in the bedromm with maud and everything was just wonderful, glorious
ReplyDeleteI'm thankful to Ruth, Pat, Egghead (Vonda), and Little Putzy Barlow for reading my blog!
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