For we rob our own lives, much more than we know
When we fail to respond or in any way show...

Our thanks for the blessings that daily are ours...
The warmth of the sun, the fragrance of flowers,
The beauty of twilight, The freshness of dawn...
 the coolness of dew on a green velvet lawn,
 The kind little deeds so thoughtfully done,
The favors of friends and the love that someone
Unselfishly gives us in a myriad of ways,
 Expecting no payment and no words of praise...

 Oh, great is our loss  when we no longer find
A thankful response to things of this kind...

 For the joy of enjoying and the fullness of living
Are found in the heart  that is filled with "thanksgiving".