The First Thanksgiving and Now

There was a time when the Pilgrims first came to America here,
Loaded with Thanksgiving and lots of happiness and cheer,
They made it over the ocean, one died and one was born at sea,
Thank you, our God in Heaven, that you let them be free.

They were looking for freedom of religion, were willing to risk life,
Thank Thee, our dear God, for watching over our fathers’ strife,
For bringing them to safety, and a Country that would be free,
To worship as our souls, so desire, our God to worship with Thee.

Many more have come since that day of long ago, on a little ship a-sail,
Some to Thanksgiving and goodness in a new land, some to assail,
As on our Country this year in time, this Country of America, a crime,
Of cowards and bullies without even a name to call their own, dung or grime?

There was no Thanksgiving this year, there were terror and evil crime,
From the earths most evil, killing, without reason or rhyme,
What of our forefathers’ Must they turn in their grave, out of shame
That anywhere in the world there is this sort of evil, without a good name?

Were they from Ishmael and Hagar, Fatherless son of a maid without wed,
Who hath cursed our God, and claimed a pagan god of Allah instead?
Let our fellow Countrymen celebrate Thanksgiving all the more this year,
Let us go back in our mind and heart, to the year our Forefathers’ came to Cheer.

God be with the fallens' loved ones, keep safe the ones You took on home,
To be in Thy care forever, never more in this life or Heaven to roam,
Help us to Celebrate their bravery, even their great fear, for they are gone,
To a far better place than this old earth, which is only our temporary home.