Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
8 b& L+ K4 k6 p; Q$ W3 {/ Chaving transformed6 D( ~0 q( J- }8 C+ D
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
/ z w3 P+ A5 @% Z% f1 P. Y1 einto food upon which we are soon to feed,
3 Y3 `; e4 f" I8 a# u& r! Nwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 6 n! P) {6 f) ^' C* }, I. ?
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
+ b4 d( u4 t3 O7 fWe who came first and are ready to dine. h" B) c; B( o8 Z2 I W( |
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, + B5 A2 t9 ?) A
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 3 ^! F7 w0 a u" s8 W
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
4 d# K t- }. eInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
& k8 N6 y |- {the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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& s8 f; d1 y% X/ Y1 @) e* d |We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
3 ]+ J, D9 t# d% A& ~( ^/ Ethe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted - a' p/ q* [( s, j6 J/ a
We thank you for people so generous and kind
$ I- E6 i0 L* }* I9 rand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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; V! v/ b, C* `: tAmen.