Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, , r+ K" [6 \! U$ S* m: [- {1 Q" V
having transformed
. s0 Z& ?, _' f& {! N( bsunshine and soil and water and seed,
. u+ ]* {0 k* J, Einto food upon which we are soon to feed, 2 \ t7 _, z1 o& x. _; B9 s& H
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
8 ]' @3 b' T' t& X) Pso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
* ~% H( y9 e, N0 bWe who came first and are ready to dine- x( k- z+ A( l7 y5 Q) s' T
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ! z0 m. r, O0 Q+ Y" x, G( y; b( @
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
! R" A v3 B4 {5 o- rwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
X( x- B+ l* A5 H* ^Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others / C5 g9 e- C, q
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.# u& _ f& I$ g6 U
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
$ l( ?8 E6 ~" y7 @8 W- lthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted % y* [! N; e* h- A8 ?& B
We thank you for people so generous and kind8 }+ V, h+ {+ V$ j& O7 n y
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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4 A5 _ a& t0 }7 oAmen.