Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 3 l) _5 |: c# N! Q ^
having transformed( M% k- K, z( z. F
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
6 X2 h4 @! w1 k, }into food upon which we are soon to feed,
; L" B5 m# R. j# D6 g6 K% l# h8 ewe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
7 i @2 B4 `0 p" `: c' m" d( Oso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
5 u5 k$ |% n; I% iWe who came first and are ready to dine
3 [0 _% i0 Q9 Athank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
, X$ @5 Y/ d: G; _, A! Cbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, o' W& ^3 U. i: V
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
# U+ n O, h3 F0 j( t2 d" pInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
! k( V* T" s- p: b, d# U- x# xthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.1 y+ v2 T- q' y1 ^4 }: O
Now,0 n$ p, g' s+ u" d4 G
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted O: R$ r- b& w+ E* b
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
/ s+ j5 {0 w8 w$ S( K, HWe thank you for people so generous and kind
# M0 B7 d* T `" o& J5 }' fand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,) X( W; f* I/ Y: m$ h% s9 U
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Amen.
