Every year at this same time,
we sit at our dining tables . . .
feasting upon what has become
Thanksgiving Day staples.
We gobble down the turkey,
mashed potatoes and candy yams
then we sit back and disclaim . . .
I can't believe how full I am.
But, this year I am not serving,
the traditional Thanksgiving fare
instead a healthy fruit salad . . .
is all I'm planning to share.
I'm going take some gentleness,
stuff it full of God's love
along side of it will be the peace
that comes only from above.
I'll pile high on each plate,
some joy and some goodness
right next to them I will place
some faith and some meekness.
I'll top it off with patience,
and for the piece of resistance
I'll pray for those whom I serve. . .
to have a lot of temperance!
"But the fruit of the Spirit is love,
joy, peace, longsuffering,
gentleness, goodness, faith,
against such there is no law.