O Lord our God, through all this year,
In Winter's chill and darkness drear,
In Springtime's rain and windy blow,
In Summer's heat as crops did grow,
In Autumn when the harvest came,
You are our God. You stay the same.
The Winter wind, it froze our face;
Icy roads made our hearts race.
Soil laid dormant under snow
And darkened days drug on so slow.
Yet you cheered us every morn.
On Christmas day your son was born.
With joyful alleluia greeting,
In this season our God meeting.
Springtime wind, the constant blowing,
Muddy fields and then seeds sowing,
Rivers rising, then the flood,
Newborn cattle chewing cud.
In this life and chaos swelling,
You, our Lord, were always dwelling.
Raised victorious Easter morn,
Thus your children are reborn.
Summer heat and dry conditions
Aphids on destructive missions,
Straight line winds that bent the crop,
Cloudless skies without a drop,
Yet through these you brought us through.
Lacking rain, the corn still grew.
Ever faithful you were there
In pardoned sins and answered prayer.
Autumn came with combines churning
Wayward sparks and fires burning.
Yet we brought the harvest in
And put it safely in the bin.
Likewise, God, you gather us,
Though we can be an ornery cuss.
So hallelujah, praises sing!
Lift thanksgiving to our king!
O Lord our God, through all this year
You've been our hope and strength and cheer.
Your mercies given new each morn,
Baptismal pardon for newborns,
Assurance for our loved ones dying,
Comfort for us in our crying,
Lord your goodness has abounded.
Let Thanksgiving praise be sounded!
This was delivered as a Thanksgiving Eve sermon and is based on events in our countryside this year. All except for the newborn cattle chewing cud. Apparently they drink milk. ;-)