Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
$ k* S0 z+ y! z) h1 ~* Fhaving transformed
3 ?4 Y9 @& b" N- |8 Q. |1 Jsunshine and soil and water and seed,3 F2 S. F5 B1 m3 Q7 ^4 C) J
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
# H* |7 |) ^) w) x7 ]' ywe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
; H1 l% @! ?' v8 Hso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
+ B5 `" [& x* x! B6 N8 |We who came first and are ready to dine7 \& N" w+ `* Y" G
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
7 [+ G6 j1 d2 V4 _, H" H+ Q+ P. Y+ L; j' Lbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
4 \1 G+ b% A! }we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.! N( ~: I$ h/ M- r- ^* G* T7 s0 X4 W
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
4 Z6 p/ L4 Z8 |the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
: v! i1 c# ~0 ?Now,
+ V6 F+ m$ i3 k. v0 `- dWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 5 N& ~; @( h! B# D
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
/ F7 o3 ~6 [: p- G& fWe thank you for people so generous and kind9 f( F' {: u3 }- P
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,/ H& V- I: X3 Z9 Y/ N
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Amen.
