Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
6 w! H# y2 E' j% U' `having transformed) v+ _2 l2 G( a/ Z ?" B+ z7 Z/ D9 k, K
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
$ v8 m1 Z* ?* x6 C, | I9 xinto food upon which we are soon to feed, " G/ O6 D* F( s
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 3 s- D& o- m5 [0 o) y& K7 m
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.7 A+ {' {' {! y0 s# O3 i
We who came first and are ready to dine0 L- T* W7 L5 \& R4 M$ B! Z
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
3 G$ M$ [' S" |# U0 d; ]3 pbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
; ~& a0 j) o: _we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.8 q$ U9 _3 v( [. J7 u# P5 T( C( d
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
9 w6 b# _6 y6 j9 @the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.2 Q9 h7 g( M- u' s7 }
Now,/ m# W9 Z+ y: a" c/ [. H
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted * ]: p! p* H! l3 r
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted : F' O! Y8 T/ Q/ h
We thank you for people so generous and kind& n7 k( a; P: ?. x. W9 G6 G
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
