Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
0 u/ l: @. `3 `% Vhaving transformed7 z+ s) i4 c! I7 H
sunshine and soil and water and seed,- r, i& x9 E" e- I9 G }1 b# k: f: X
into food upon which we are soon to feed, $ I6 V5 r9 O* Y' F2 a# i) i
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, # R0 o) x+ Y+ F6 I+ X7 C" l
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
4 g) E7 e- l- p* a: Z% ]We who came first and are ready to dine/ g2 s. P: }, g
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
/ H) t7 I3 F! m+ Obut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
5 o: D$ {3 s# y" h* X' Nwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
! }" j9 [, ]# Z( nInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 6 }8 U# E$ X, p6 q9 b0 h
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.1 r- J9 m/ ]+ }5 m( I* n
Now,/ w$ E ^, y) ~% O3 y0 G6 ~
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted # b5 v# p* Q$ A- E
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted # h: S# Q! J# Q
We thank you for people so generous and kind/ m8 h; f9 ~& D( d9 m! j5 f
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,6 z5 a" d1 G& P* H' V" e
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Amen.
