Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
6 x4 \2 M$ N$ \' o- Mhaving transformed5 k5 \% `( J' l. i3 |# q
sunshine and soil and water and seed,3 Q- N+ J$ Y% Q( M' p
into food upon which we are soon to feed, $ P5 z) m0 R2 [- S2 N/ i
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
6 r. I" v# m0 {; Y3 Wso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.4 a9 ^; [: V6 O. x
We who came first and are ready to dine
9 P3 P. ]; F& s; Z! [$ Gthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, $ [. g9 i9 `1 b. K6 f, b2 C/ d' `" _
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 2 F# ~) f/ H, G4 w3 h. _
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.$ |4 C/ ^% f, \, M Y
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others % i9 {7 M9 W: y
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers., K! S6 Q v. U; p4 v) _
Now,/ `* Q1 W" g; s' D& m: f
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ' }' ]% L7 R, {* C* N: M9 W8 c" C
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 3 X" L8 N) O' d+ I% G
We thank you for people so generous and kind
; M3 D% j* m; Rand thanks for all blessings in body and mind," X1 f0 |7 m' R; S- m
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Amen.