Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
$ R, _0 B) B# u, ^8 o7 a; jhaving transformed
0 w0 [: Q+ _ e, Xsunshine and soil and water and seed,. w) j/ u/ S6 v z/ W' d
into food upon which we are soon to feed, # J. u! @) H3 Z" p
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
( @4 j- |' D* x* B! o* g$ Iso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.7 R; I. W6 |; S0 A
We who came first and are ready to dine
* y' p9 D' E- A! Y) d Jthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, : S4 J, o0 `% e# E( m+ b2 z- p0 e
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, ( g/ f5 ` Z+ d7 @/ L/ ?3 r. q
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
3 k$ A. k1 ]' h( J, s4 vInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
$ m' }: Q6 X4 P+ x) Qthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.# D( h/ r6 {7 a) a9 z4 c2 u+ Q0 _6 F
Now,
9 I* W8 J: ^" J1 eWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted # T& m- L! Y. z' z5 z T
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
) h$ m0 L4 ~- rWe thank you for people so generous and kind. y& {8 Y" O& J' Q3 w
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.