Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, : A$ V z# l7 w4 c& T* `. M
having transformed
# y! k3 E( `4 f% h( c+ xsunshine and soil and water and seed,
: |& T: g' W9 e$ W! K+ Winto food upon which we are soon to feed, # q$ h5 u- t& V9 \+ d/ Q5 y
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
2 }, I* g' J x4 ^so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.$ |. f4 H! L( U$ d- n
We who came first and are ready to dine
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but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 2 m! k& ?3 V `. y k
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.; ]! p1 _( O* O
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
8 z. }6 H. |% e' E f* w7 Wthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.5 X& W7 \+ U, Z0 c3 _8 m" V7 f
Now,
- t% c1 K6 W: i' X, _We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
* P" {5 s& U8 J. c7 y2 I: K! othe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ! ]5 v" b, g8 R# L7 h
We thank you for people so generous and kind
/ ]8 ^% C1 P+ s% w/ @) Wand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,, Z! _8 Z8 w) c5 c5 T0 n8 i
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Amen.