Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
. B0 a' h! }% g& K$ v4 ]having transformed
. \. S) Z) a) P1 p; V) G6 J3 Zsunshine and soil and water and seed,, Z* G, e* Q8 k- M6 P+ e
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
6 N- H( w" e( i1 Ywe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
$ t) ^" B8 ^3 U# y. I8 p4 o, b6 B6 R4 cso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
% H: ^1 _& u" o! UWe who came first and are ready to dine
# G3 D1 Q- q7 c4 [% k: u( p8 cthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 0 L+ B8 m A4 U3 k
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, / V1 Z# R. u$ U: l9 ]
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
. M3 G7 a/ m6 f8 LInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 0 e$ S, k4 g! z" g* X( \
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.& d; q1 ]- C- w. ]
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 6 D6 t3 o% C `: i9 s) E
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
; v, U$ N/ I/ O9 n' I) XWe thank you for people so generous and kind! |7 B9 X5 e' A6 ] Y& b; @
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.