THANKS GIVING

The

Harvest, hope,

And happiness, that’s

Never far away, is

Kindling in my soul because

Sheer beauty is mine today – and

Growing, deep within me are many blessings

I can’t ignore – for peace and joy and

Vitality are mine today – and they will endure. So

In every situation, in storm, or calm of life, it’s

                Not because of what I have – but of the One Who

                               Gives me life. That’s why I have Thanksgiving,

                                                                                                     today and every day.

Not because of what I have - but the One Who gives me life. Share on X.  

This poem is an acronym with twelve letters. There is a method with each line of the poem. Can you find it?