Table Grace by Gary Johnson

Here we sit as evening falls
Like old horses in their stalls.
Thank you, Father, that you bless
Us with food and an address
And the comfort of your hand
In this great and blessed land.

Look around at each dear face,
Keep each one in your good grace.
We think of those who went before,
And wish we could have loved them more.

Grant to us a cheerful heart,
Knowing we must soon depart
To that far land to be with them.
And now let's eat.
Praise God. Amen.