Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, # y# q+ v! ?9 M
having transformed
3 X8 P; d& n; L- N/ l% ]sunshine and soil and water and seed, k1 D' ?4 c3 ~% G4 K
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
1 ]7 w7 m4 I* J, P6 i7 w wwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 3 j; P) P# U- L" t9 _! j
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
4 T+ p8 A- o4 R4 W3 U! C6 W0 e6 DWe who came first and are ready to dine
?9 }* b+ A8 F& i, G$ V* ?( S) ithank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ( [0 m& H% q' e$ a% [0 ~
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
b" y5 \: T+ I9 Y; h9 s a/ ^1 Gwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.+ u9 I2 A: R- Y& Y5 n4 z
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
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: L* |: M8 a* C! I# @, nNow,
* W/ T4 ]+ `1 I* {$ K) ~We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 9 G4 G) U0 ^: ?$ f
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted " x$ m) z, d! f
We thank you for people so generous and kind7 x- @9 c. t% \8 Y% i& s( ~
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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! i: E$ V; y7 B1 {* R6 Z, LAmen.