Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
. ^0 V# U1 d) {9 G2 Khaving transformed3 H; `" C6 y- q @+ J' u: u
sunshine and soil and water and seed,' z0 j; i/ d9 k. T& L
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
7 ~3 l7 b6 @ }' K2 C9 Zwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 1 H) y. g, }6 t( o
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
) ^- @* H) `: Z5 sWe who came first and are ready to dine
* w6 K& ? {# Q) H+ nthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 2 H' a* f/ y- l3 q- h8 R& q
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
9 n$ G' A1 s( a; a6 ]we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
) z1 N+ ?) L: r- p5 {. KInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 1 O) Y0 ]0 F3 k; f( g4 u4 |( M2 i/ U
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.: J8 O1 }3 D! |( L8 |$ k6 i
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
1 L7 D6 @8 S: [- I; Ithe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted / d; _( d7 @" Q8 _: W* N( P. T
We thank you for people so generous and kind+ b+ c9 x. m2 h& a- l
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,. X8 z! w; O; y
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Amen.