Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
9 b6 R! n j1 G, _9 E5 c: x3 n9 Z& vhaving transformed
1 W2 s9 M: A$ P4 e9 [* `sunshine and soil and water and seed,, r2 }' N6 S$ h, M, i. K
into food upon which we are soon to feed, & L7 `- |: X# l+ ^. h
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, ! l2 m8 Y8 {' ~ O
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.7 R4 ^+ \5 g* M/ O7 ^* [
We who came first and are ready to dine4 N8 B# b9 M u
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 4 i+ v1 s( I, e6 |4 f
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
8 g0 ^. L& Y/ g+ @we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.8 j( v: g9 R4 g. K$ y
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
. d7 r6 m" C/ j2 G0 N' `/ i" ?3 Y; wthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.. q( S! M/ f0 Q9 ^% q( N) m
Now,
* Z7 R9 n' `, o6 [7 m8 lWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted - S/ ~' |3 U- [/ _$ Q$ y
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
0 z$ P. E* r. H7 {& N0 BWe thank you for people so generous and kind
" X) F$ p# _ `7 U: [0 p X6 M9 Rand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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% {1 ?9 W. z8 KAmen.