Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
& x$ D9 B0 X* e- bhaving transformed9 S8 ]& y# J. ~% \- p. H4 b
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
: [1 g% Y# s& B; V" Binto food upon which we are soon to feed, 4 R4 E2 c3 G! P( T% M" _
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 6 T6 F0 A0 q1 D; w2 j' _+ s
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
Y) ^1 y. _' X* e9 M ~We who came first and are ready to dine: Q- C c; v! G6 f; @* C5 c# G" V
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ; h% h) V3 n3 G& ^; j- O" l0 F# Z
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
6 A8 H P! y9 X& V" y( u7 M# kwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.) c& P8 y8 O# R4 l/ s7 Q6 }' U
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others ; W) L6 ]* w% C' \: j4 o
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
) {' o3 \8 ^- a7 J6 lthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
3 N# j0 m! L4 M* F6 |8 |( _ {. wWe thank you for people so generous and kind
/ ]" R0 ]$ k! W" Zand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,) U6 s& L9 w5 v. |8 T4 Z
' t5 ]* F. ?- p3 ~ ^, l( gAmen.
