by Gary Johnson
Here we sit as evening falls
Like old horses in their stalls.
Thank you Father, that you bless
Us with food and an address.
And the comfort of your hand
In this great and blessed land.
Look around at each dear face,
Keep each one in your good grace.
We think of those who went before,
And wish we could have loved them more.
Grant to us a cheerful heart,
Knowing we must soon depart
to that far land to be with them.
And now let's eat. Praise God. Amen
2 comments:
There's some confusion as to who wrote this. Garrison's site lists Gary Johnson as the author.
I was sure it said Keillor on the post I got it from, but I looked it up on writer's Almanac and you were right - thanks.
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