Here is an interesting clipping that I found in one of my Grandma’s Scrapbooks.
A Farmer’s Prayer for Thanksgiving
Lord of harvests, Keeper of our feedlots and orchards, we thank thee for a turkey that is fat.
We thank thee for bread with butter on it.
Would we could set music to the glorious autumn song of praise that rises from these frosted, browning stalks of corn, bent with ears of gold. Accept the fragrance of red clover in yon mow as burnt incense rising from the holy earthen alter of this stock-farm.
Help us to be humble, just, and kind as thy servant said — especially kind to those creatures over whom thou gave us original dominion, which we have subdued and fattened and multiplied and milked according to thy direction.
Make us good shepherds to them as thou art the Good Shepherd to us.
Bless all thine own children about this board or absent from it.
And make our hearts big enough to receive thy bounty in constant Thanksgiving.
This prayer reminds me that we need to be especially thankful for the farmers who grow our food.
On the same page was an article stating that 1956 had been a good year for fruits and vegetables, so the farmer’s had a lot to be thankful for that year.
Have you ever worked on a farm?