New Living Translation (NLT)
17 And whatever you do or say, do it as a representative of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through him to God the Father.
The Song I Sing
Could it be the turkey golden?
Roasting in a silvery pan,
Or perhaps the stuffing savory,
Spicy aroma from a foreign land,
Corn and cobbler,
Beans and beets,
Rolls and cornbread,
A plethora of tasty treats,
Cakes and pies,
Coffee and tea,
And all day long
There’s football on the tv,
Could it be that’s why I thankful?
Could it be all that I desire?
Or could there be a grander blessing?
One that’s worthy to inspire,
A blessing far beyond the day,
A blessing of a lifetime,
Given life and having lost it,
You paid the price for my every crime,
That’s the thankful song I sing,
And I sing it again and again,
You loved me with a love so grand,
Had you not, where would I have been.
©2018 by William Pierce
Thank You for sending Your son to set me free. There is no greater blessing. Nothing else to be so thankful for.