Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
1 A3 c0 ?9 T* D7 P! Z, mhaving transformed# H. ?0 x, V2 [% V# z
sunshine and soil and water and seed,' ? ]* A1 a, J
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
1 T, t8 [$ n; D' N( O! }9 [we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
3 }( J7 o! U* ?7 U; h% u, Z% z# ^8 S% Fso we promise to rub our hands with Purell., Z( K2 y$ B+ M* i4 w
We who came first and are ready to dine' `' z l4 T |3 j' X
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
; f% f- Q0 y, Rbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 3 b. @2 p9 p! w, U
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
2 M( p. @! J9 W) s( q8 Y0 C, yInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others ; B5 ]$ G, K# V" A
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
9 x. [& a# E& G6 G# A+ i3 NNow,
" O; ^) {" K; r% F+ YWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ( [5 N% Q/ _# W* c
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 6 N& H0 E6 x. g
We thank you for people so generous and kind
s9 W5 T4 B+ F9 ^" dand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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3 i. c' Y! _ c/ QAmen.