Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
# M9 R8 z( }1 v k/ G. n0 G; uhaving transformed
- {2 W4 i# ^3 S% l- b3 Dsunshine and soil and water and seed,
% w+ q4 [# M6 P% Qinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
( f- z* r- ?+ r$ d4 ywe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
. ~- R$ G: K5 yso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.9 x, W0 T* W0 C# U+ q
We who came first and are ready to dine# `. J) Q' ]$ d1 l
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
* Y) s+ y: X4 X$ S, J/ g' R" r4 h- dbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, / S' U/ a) A3 M+ A; n3 J5 K0 d7 g
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
# X; e! F, L6 n3 j1 O8 O, U1 }+ hInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others # U% l# v+ |6 n; \
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.& Q! g' U/ I; b. F6 b/ I" W/ y
Now,
* o$ N) \! d& G8 Y* F0 o! |; |We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ) X! k7 l5 B- _6 n
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted : t& V/ n7 L0 Y, i5 y
We thank you for people so generous and kind
1 b& z' @9 |6 c9 w2 ?8 z% Mand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,: G" x; u6 x; L% e
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Amen.