Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
/ Y5 P5 {$ l, ?having transformed9 B F, d6 c. C2 F) M) W% r- S+ v
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
( r- e1 I3 z9 l0 finto food upon which we are soon to feed,
1 K5 W8 C) ?; _% jwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
' G' r5 i% E* s; e" C! U1 g) u0 q) ]so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
3 h v& Q- O4 E+ q( j. [We who came first and are ready to dine% E4 E i- g6 J) ]
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
* P. ^ p3 s% Xbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
) R+ _7 M4 _' }# F iwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
t, w! O" S5 o1 `Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 2 Y( i0 Y4 o u: {
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers./ n1 L# j3 _* B3 P/ K
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
" b" d6 a, O* M6 a5 Zthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
% D3 d* m" R4 j( T+ s3 I2 \We thank you for people so generous and kind1 H1 ~- z( J8 d7 g
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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4 Z& {& U9 v0 W2 eAmen.
