Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, - D" D4 v: @ @* `/ p0 X
having transformed
v( D' b: _; g. A, Rsunshine and soil and water and seed,& t! }$ p2 O5 w7 F! f: P" f7 ~
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 0 C& i+ W u# x+ m% f0 @
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 5 f. S' h8 g- ]8 j
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.# t+ n5 L7 F" B5 K% @; g% J( G
We who came first and are ready to dine" G! U( O2 `( m' U* q8 w
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, & z8 d) j( I3 {- Y
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
3 q [ `& @3 `2 e9 A5 Uwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
; f6 O1 O3 ^* ^0 sInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
4 w& x+ ^& F2 q; `4 X+ ~: Pthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.' P+ R. k8 g5 Q' F
Now,
% Y; m5 p1 V N1 K DWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
! |6 ?( t' C0 C0 m% z- Jthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 0 X7 _" e% R/ x1 L# [3 u. R
We thank you for people so generous and kind \) k9 v! i+ G/ c& q
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.