Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
, Y# }7 i. _, ]9 k! ?having transformed
7 i/ z2 N; I2 I4 p9 o5 csunshine and soil and water and seed,% _8 k% m7 Y+ D2 ~2 j6 Q: c
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 0 V* n% R$ @8 N8 d
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 1 n3 W8 e- k; h. ~& b
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
1 @( }: v# s: a( f1 G) ]We who came first and are ready to dine
6 o" o" q, z6 x5 Othank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
8 p8 Y6 y; c" T: Obut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 0 t) O; n- x/ V
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
, C4 I2 W @" k+ H% @Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 0 V' w7 T5 J8 C t r1 e
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
# y2 q& i! E$ x! h/ b# k3 M; GNow,
2 y7 W4 B" ]1 H8 xWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
! j5 y: l5 t- D0 F) vthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
' Z# F, a% b: n+ j {3 G5 ]' HWe thank you for people so generous and kind
8 \3 B7 U) Y! ^# O) U8 Tand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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' m4 p2 Z% g3 w1 e( }9 Y9 w7 L' S5 W0 AAmen.
