Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, q# @+ z! w0 r
having transformed) D7 i1 A- l8 B/ m: w+ \
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
q! g2 z3 L" L. {& Q! H2 Vinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
. }3 B* D9 X' N: |2 _; [we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 8 l s+ ]2 V! l, T: s8 N5 H
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.( a$ l6 ?0 p8 B9 X/ Z0 Q' R
We who came first and are ready to dine6 B; A5 ~; N: M0 s t6 K$ g
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, $ w. g, G9 J8 v5 N) g
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
* O' p& I# C. U7 Twe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
1 A4 ^, g( ^: P% C ]Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 9 c8 z5 I G" @: \: n1 L5 l
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.. n& m4 ]0 B2 r3 g5 p
Now, ?! h1 U, a* A% T5 o4 n& ~- m# S
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted * }: n( |7 h1 x0 r3 E
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
$ Q$ z, k5 l( W- N' I* S, JWe thank you for people so generous and kind
& H; @. T$ p5 d) a, ~2 S p5 ]and thanks for all blessings in body and mind, A7 b: I% x7 u( h7 f c
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Amen.