Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
6 l: S) z9 ]1 k0 L: n# L6 P# Ehaving transformed
/ o- ^. c. r& {9 J6 J4 j, Asunshine and soil and water and seed,
# s1 V. ], E' A: y/ ?- x* @( sinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
; O* ?/ y, g& v, V" Hwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
, L G2 T' V. L8 n w, r6 {so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.- T# @; b. i: ~) d! f) Q* D9 X* N, b
We who came first and are ready to dine
/ i" }' X' M' ^7 P/ sthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
% k; @2 ^- P' d1 U% @0 Mbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
) T# }5 a# T6 v4 Kwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
) `, D& @! [( qInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
2 |- N+ m1 f6 ~the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.$ z( ^6 z2 I% M2 Q% h
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
8 H! g5 }" k6 Nthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted A2 D, D. E3 a2 g2 U
We thank you for people so generous and kind
- v/ c0 O& g4 C! N+ b9 Q( I& tand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,3 `* ~5 Z5 X+ m q+ q! Y
, B1 w& v: T F0 ]1 |1 ^ u$ V; |Amen.
