IT’S THANKSGIVING (POEM)

Come, come to the place of dancing For great is our rejoicing The Lord has done great things We, his children have seen these things Praise the Lord of Hosts, it’s thanksgiving Come, come with your instruments Bring your gifts to His sanctuary Holy is our God, who has made us the blessing He has poured out all of Himself to us Praise the Lord of Hosts, it’s thanksgiving Come, come raise your beautiful voices Shout loudest, His life we’ve received Sing new songs unto the Father of all Rejoicing in Him, giving Him our all Praise the Lord of Hosts, it’s thanksgiving Come, come lift up Holy hands before Him With hearts open and ready for Him Our lips laugh aloud, we can’t get enough Our lives forever filled with His love Praise the Lord of Hosts, it’s thanksgiving Happy Thanksgiving Peaople of God!