With the seraphim in heaven we call, “Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of Your glory!” Not to us, O Lord, but to Your name we give glory, for the sake of Your steadfast love and Your faithfulness.

Lord, we confess that, in our actions, we ask with the nations, “Where is God?”
We confess that, in our words, we become like the idols we have created for ourselves: deaf and blind, unfeeling and unmoving, silent and dead in our transgressions.

But we praise You for Your words, opening the eyes of the blind and the ears of the deaf; for your song, which makes the lame leap and the mute sing; for your salvation, which brings us life and everlasting joy.
We praise You for Your Son, for Your people, for our families, for our place, and for all of the other blessings you’ve given by Your grace; none of which we deserve. And we thank you for this food.

God, the nations rage and the kingdoms totter; utter your voice and melt the earth. Be with us, God of Jacob; be our fortress, and be exalted through us. Give us conversation that glorifies you and encourages one another. And give us the grace of thankfulness for another year. In Your name, for Your glory, and in Your thanks; Amen.

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Inspired by Isaiah 35, Psalm 46, and Psalm 115.

We thank God for you, our readers. Happy Thanksgiving.