Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, : o# D0 ~4 w' D j5 q
having transformed
4 J1 {6 I# `( i4 `. m( qsunshine and soil and water and seed,
1 f2 N- ?( O0 ainto food upon which we are soon to feed, " G# X1 x; Y* j9 w# ?. u
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 8 {0 Q: P. `2 i* H+ B
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.. Z4 M1 U, [5 B2 O1 ~" h" w
We who came first and are ready to dine
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but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, . y4 @) y2 z$ F7 Q4 Y |
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.; O0 q1 \) G, b9 D0 Q/ k% D
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
) g& C% D0 [: z; h( A. fthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
4 U7 l+ D; l( n2 j1 DNow,
$ c( p& C8 X9 j4 Y( ^. A6 RWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
! k) w9 w- p. othe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
( ]# Y K* R& }, J$ F' G4 j( aWe thank you for people so generous and kind% {# n2 q3 U. q# s) A' ]
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.