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Conservative Poet Tom Zart's = THE FIRST THANKSGIVING
by Tom Zart
11/21/2008 / Christian Living
THE FIRST THANKSGIVING
The pilgrims held their first Thanksgiving
At Plymouth in October 1621.
The bitter winter of 1620, was over
With a loss of many father, mother, daughter or son.
Life for survivors was much better now
As a good harvest improved what was rationed
Settlers enjoyed good health and prosperity
As homes were raised from the logs they fashioned.
They walked unafraid and safely in the woods
For they had made peace with the Indians.
After the signing a long-lasting treaty
Natives and Pilgrims shared the land as friends.
Sending four men to shoot waterfowl and wild turkeys
The Pilgrims decreed a holiday of good fortune
A chief was invited who brought 90 braves
And five deer to increase the portion.
It was an open-air roast and festival
Held along the north bank of Town Brook.
Where there were games of skill, chance and dance
While everyone gorged on the feast they cooked.
From then on Thanksgiving spread through the colonies
Though each region chose its own date.
Till in 1789 President Washington proclaimed
November 26 a day to give thanks and celebrate.
The theme of Thanksgiving has always been the same.
Though its date has changed many times.
A day for giving and remembering the less fortunate
Expressing thankfulness with our prayers, hearts and minds.
It is our duty as a nation to acknowledge providence
Of Almighty God, and to obey His will.
To be grateful for His blessings, and protection
As we humbly partake in the tables we fill.
It's a time of plenty and a time for prayer
A time for families to gather and share.
It's a time to remember those pilgrims past
A time to celebrate life, while it last.
As we bow our heads around the table
With turkey, cranberry sauce, and pumpkin pie.
Before we feast we'll thank our Lord
For the blessings of the year gone by.
Old Jack Frost is freezing on the windows
As outside the bitter wind blows.
While inside there's a red, hot fire
Which welcomes and warms both hearts and souls.
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OBAMA’S INAUGURATION DAY POEMS FELLOW AMERICANS Will we battle terrorism as it should be fought Or run away and let evil doers chase us to our door? Will we protect our freedom and system of life As our fathers and grandfathers sacrificed before? Will we secure our borders against illegal entry Or let our economy and security be destroyed? Will we finally stop runaway wasteful spending By leaders who are self-serving and void? Will we continue to pledge our help to the less fortunate Who suffer from war, hunger and disease? Will we preserve our heritage and our future From those who wish to bring liberty to its knees? Never be afraid to be proud of America And march with the thankful, honorable and just. Never surrender our freedom of choice Standing firm for what we believe and trust. Sometimes it’s hard to protect what is right Sometimes we’re scorned as for others we fight. Some of us are willing regardless of loss To commit our soul to save the cross. Evil prospers on greed and human hate Always eager to destroy and defecate. God’s grace descends on the souls of man Cleansing the impure wherever He can. As long as man has struggled on earth Life has had its troubles from birth. God’s seed of goodness has delayed man’s demise Thank Heaven for his heroes the strong and the wise. The Lord adores his heroes of yesterday Just how numerous, only He could say. God loves his soldiers who line up to serve By standing against evil His grace they deserve. God Bless America President Obama’s TWO WORLDS There are two worlds, this one and the next Man’s is deceptive, temporary and full of blame. God’s is permanent, loving, truthful and complete Free of hate, lust, war, greed and shame. Our bodies belong to this world and die Our souls come from God’s and return. Virtue is knowledge of what is right or wrong As the lessons of lifetime we learn. Humans are disorderly, wasteful and corrupt All are guilty of the ignorance of sin. The worst crimes practiced on Earth today Are the sadistic deeds committed by men. History persist but nothing has changed The world we live in is more dangerous than before. Most people never know the true facts or answers They just follow the leaders they fear or adore. The falsehoods of politics shadow man’s soul Testing our faith, temperament and resolve. Real heroes defend, liberate and unite Facing problems with a mandate to solve. President Obama I pray for your wisdom To deal with America’s troubles and enemies at hand. Man’s world is God’s boot camp of divine worth As the misdeeds of man crisscross the land. By President’s Poet Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web TOM ZART’S RADIO POEMS You can hear all of Tom Zart’s 330 poems of love, war, faith and more 24-7 on web radio at http://internetvoicesradio.com/Arch-TomZart.htm Tom Zart ARCHIVES: Global Special Operations 101 http://www.globalspecialoperations.com/tomzart2.html
THE KING OF CHRISTMAS The son of God came down to earth To be our Lord by divine birth. Born to a virgin in a stable He lie Destine to lead, teach, suffer and die. Satan transformed from laughter to rage When Christ arrived to destroy man’s cage. A never ending chance to redeem our soul A new opportunity to achieve God’s goal. Evil doers hate the birth of God’s child They love what is immoral, wicked and wild. Degrading Christmas wherever they can Jealous of the joy and rapture of man. Hallelujah Jesus the king of Christmas night With a star for his crown bathed in holy light Christ is our savior who leads by trust and love Delivering us from Satan to the grace of God Above. “SUCCESS” YOUR ON YOUR OWN BUT NOT ALONE Late to bed early to rise Work like hell and advertise. Tell the truth and refuse to lie Be all you can be beneath God’s sky. Love your family and strive to achieve Triumph by goodness and how you believe. Heed to the whispers of God in your heart Retain integrity and from foulness depart. Let voices proclaim after you have gone Your love for others still lives on. Real success comes by who you actually are Not by trinkets, a big house or car. Your on our own but not alone As the deeds of your lifetime are sown. Love, fear, lust, greed, faith and hate Are how you are measured and known. By Tom Zart Most Published Poet On The Web
HOPE TO BE HOME BY CHRISTMAS World War III Darling I miss you more than words can tell As the torments of war burden my heart. I worry about you and how you are As by conflict we’re forced to part. As death confronts me I witness first hand Just how sudden life can come to its end. At any moment war can consume and destroy Myself, my dreams, my enemy, my friend. Determined though fearful I dream of home Remaining focused, steadfast and whole. Praying for family, country and comrades The treasures of my existence and soul. I suffer pain, remorse and regret From actions I’m forced to employ. I have no choice but to do my duty As my solemn oath becomes my story. Remind our kids how much I love them And those moments they cry or play. I’ll be home for hugs and kisses Hopefully by Christmas Day. Most of all I pray for words That portray my need for your touch. I dream of you both night and day And sometimes a bit too much. Letters from home, loneliness and sorrow Have made family more precious to recall. I love you so incredibly much As I serve with honor, God and country’s call. Hope To Be Home By Christmas Love You Your Marine MAKE IT PLAIN PREACHER “Hope Repentance And Transformation” When you preach to me speak of love and trust Not of race, division, hate, blame and divide. Teach me love and respect for my fellow man Like Christ proclaimed before he died. Warn me of greed, lust, selfishness and judgment Tell me of hope, repentance, transformation, and grace. Guide me from impureness past and present Allowing God’s love to shine from my face. Lead me to my mansion beyond Heaven’s gate Where the righteous gather without debate. Highlight my sins when I’ve lost my way Remind me of salvation as for deliverance I pray. THE POWER of WORDS Words are the most powerful tools used by man As hearts and souls reach for one another. Sharing feelings of fear, wisdom and joy Or our love for a significant other. Where would we be without words Which inspire, unite and motivate. Songs, poems, stories, blogs, books Wars, religion, love, lust and hate. Jesus preached words to the multitudes And nourish their hunger within. The stories we tell portray our spirit As examples of weakness, triumph or sin. When we fail to control the rage of our thoughts What is easy to say becomes hard to forgive. Words are visions which portray our intent The better we communicate, the better we live. By Tom Zart
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