Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
; x% S8 _- R3 ]6 mhaving transformed
7 u2 ?& G }/ y" t: \9 i5 X4 s8 dsunshine and soil and water and seed,# a7 g; ~0 }8 K+ G- n2 W% q6 N
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
! B6 M0 L* O2 g' _ b; M0 xwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 1 y- u- ]( y7 y# C
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.1 ]5 d# ]/ m7 ?: o, R/ [' o0 f
We who came first and are ready to dine4 I4 G0 Y& I4 j4 q4 f2 \2 E
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
" G& O( ]# L1 u! t& A* L6 Tbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 2 N6 K3 E6 r/ e' y) P& d' D# ^( T
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
# d m$ A p8 r: e; yInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others % O) n' `" S# A) W7 h
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.1 ~* ~3 C3 ~! l( {
Now,( }* K! W) E5 c" h" Z9 w6 V
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ; ?7 k g4 b6 w) w! U$ Y$ Q. W& W
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
% V4 K7 v3 r7 [; }+ ]- YWe thank you for people so generous and kind% E4 T2 p2 L* p1 g7 y* Q/ r$ E$ S; b
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
