Imagine a ship with vast sails heading towards a new land.
But things don't always go the way they planned.
All you see for months is water, miles and miles of sea.
Praying to the Father that you will reach land, a worrisome plea.
But do you see it?
Can you see it?
Finally, you utter the words, "Yes...I...Can!"
Now you're about to embark on a new kind of plan, His plan.
You set foot on the cool sand and fall to your knees,
As you are thankful for your survival, the fact that you got through it all.
Someone above did hear you and you are pleased.
Not just you, but your whole party,
To the point that no matter how hungry they all are they are hearty.
You now set your colony into a safe place.
But you can't make too much haste,
Because crops have to grow.
Since in the distance you see someone, a furrowed brow.
Your party calls them 'savages' but they are anything but.
For they bring to you food, you and yours share what you have, and you begin to cut.
The food that is, and you have a cornucopia of vegetables and meat.
But you pray first over the meal, and you all have a seat.
And for one brief moment in time both sides are equals,
In the hope that this day will have many sequels.
But as it comes to a close, this story.
Why we all are Thankful shall not pass into history.
