Seeing to the future, all wonders of light, miracles happen, not out of sight.
Fill up your lungs, go towards day, expel the dangers far, far away.
Hallowed the hills of saints gone by, precious the keepers of truth over lie.
Never forsake, always accept, for the blessings of giving will never reject.
Hold out your hand, one to another, forgiveness is near, when held as a brother.
Nature’s bounty, and nature's glory, extend your hearts and erase all worry.
Grasp the hand, hug to your breast, the ache of your heart will now be at rest.
Embrace the goodness of Thanksgiving kindness, holding one another, dear in their shyness.
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