The season of Thanksgiving draws nigh,
and we reflect on the year gone by.
Were we doing our Christian walk,
or was it all just so much talk?

Many times now I wished I'd told,
of Christ's blood for which I'm sold,
to a lost soul, for whom I've wept,
an opportunity missed, with deep regret.

Forgive me, Father, for that day,
My chance to tell them slipped away.
They never heard, they never woke,
they left this life before I spoke.

Our nation sees new times of trouble,
our once tall buildings turned to rubble.
Alerts from everywhere still come,
scaring our citizens -- every one.

It's brought forth a time of harvest,
when opportunities now are best.
Let witnessing be on the rise,
for he that winneth souls is wise.

Grant me strength, Lord, every day.
To win more souls for Christ, I pray.
Send me, Lord, give me a mission,
Trust me, Lord, I've learned my lesson.