Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
% B9 v5 P8 O- g( N* l+ n/ nhaving transformed9 ~8 l( `+ B: u* q
sunshine and soil and water and seed,+ e' a9 h" }1 s+ x# Q" y; O
into food upon which we are soon to feed, ; ?2 ?. B) W/ ^* Y( Q
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
2 ~2 A' @ ? R2 n4 }5 `so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
! ]5 j2 y2 O3 }! l. m: qWe who came first and are ready to dine
$ h' J4 z3 t& }& }7 S; y8 P' Kthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
: \6 F, Y) I1 i% P) Obut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
: n3 i9 t& B5 v) d8 hwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.9 S, b" r Y& s' V% {
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
) A) d% G: G; I7 Hthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.8 H: |: ]* n D# _+ z0 J
Now,
; C- [$ J ~7 ^' y$ Z8 d$ AWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted % k5 ?% V' L% v: K1 P. i
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
% W( {6 V7 ]5 W+ P8 M& d4 AWe thank you for people so generous and kind
: ~, i& _- o: A- B: h9 O! K/ iand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,# O: ~# t+ D- C3 r% r. w( |
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Amen.
