Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, & C+ p4 A4 H/ s. A1 |
having transformed5 Y" z$ O; @6 ~ Y7 \
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
0 e; H1 N0 B% \: x yinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
+ P |6 W/ q, Z1 o& x+ Wwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
+ D9 F& @* m, X5 g* Z: _so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.3 R+ b" _$ H1 X" P- j# D9 D |+ N
We who came first and are ready to dine
) l$ D: T# a2 H7 y3 o3 Y9 U" Lthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
, W$ D* h8 _* J3 ~8 \" E+ Tbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, " `# E5 V# \( D: V4 Q7 Q. [! u5 T
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
* g4 A; R' g- z) w+ [% _ ?( ^Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
* t8 Z4 L6 d+ E$ }& uthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.: z; {' ]$ C0 A' L: x' N
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
7 F1 S& {2 r# X; R$ athe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
- I- ]1 v+ D* |We thank you for people so generous and kind
, f% C1 O* A7 k- v- x6 xand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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- t7 H" p0 c% q2 j( T: V4 Z( ^Amen.