Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
+ Y3 u. B: `$ `& t# I: Qhaving transformed# v) r0 U9 U7 V& N
sunshine and soil and water and seed,; Y% K& @* l) \! i, ^" `3 ^/ X
into food upon which we are soon to feed, : n* T( d7 M/ d
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
. N% {, u: |/ A# x# s6 V5 q! Qso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
3 @* e6 ]1 Z/ @We who came first and are ready to dine9 k7 A3 [9 [" g' q6 Z
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
1 e5 M% B" q! \0 }- U- Mbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, ; z! ~+ g0 r( r! ^! m* e
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
$ s a; f7 ^% r* a+ B9 kInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
6 g+ O/ [5 x# ?0 Y, i' C' n" N5 Gthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
4 c2 y2 M- {, A- _2 Z% {; xNow,
9 t( u" R' T/ n- ^$ [We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 1 c" ? W, ?8 B* l5 y$ O
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
3 g" ~: F+ K; mWe thank you for people so generous and kind9 s6 P$ F3 r K( i* z7 L) G
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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0 _/ }1 j b% u2 T1 iAmen.