Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
) d2 R, H- u" e. V, Qhaving transformed
3 f; G. a, n4 |: O; C- o- Vsunshine and soil and water and seed,
* w4 p& ^ \3 w; V& d' hinto food upon which we are soon to feed, 3 g, Z% I0 Z% ]' s4 O' k. o
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
9 ?) ?* }% S; qso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
3 Q0 \9 ^) m; b4 O2 wWe who came first and are ready to dine: ], g( e# _7 W/ j, [2 c* N& ^1 @- r
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 3 }8 X" K3 V( ?6 j0 N9 a* I
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
# n {+ j8 X# f9 ?( G+ l) i% twe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
' T; W0 B3 m$ @- H5 p8 ^0 S6 d$ LInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
4 H5 L9 \0 N7 Y/ ]7 c+ R6 p0 lthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.4 m4 b/ `8 i$ U% ~, I3 B
Now,' |6 _+ N. M( K- |' B
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 8 E0 { l" C; Z v
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
9 e5 Y/ b; D& j" d5 w3 xWe thank you for people so generous and kind
* ]' W$ v5 `9 W" uand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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. C" p+ _+ [* Y1 T) c8 q9 vAmen.