I get so sentimental every year around this time when I long to be home in Montserrat for a Harvest Thanksgiving service. It just brings to mind some of those beautiful hymns, and one of my favorites is this: ‘Come ye thankful people come.’ Lord, you know deep within my heart that I am truly thankful for all that you have done for me.

“Come, ye thankful people, come! Raise the song of harvest home; all is safely gathered in, ere the winter storms begin. God our Maker doth provide, for our wants to be supplied; come to God’s own temple, come, raise the song of harvest home.” Lord, when you come to take the harvest home, let me be among the fruitful ears that you will store, and not among the tares that will be cast into the fire.