Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
9 s: a% }' C, x. H# Ghaving transformed
6 J2 R) D- n8 ]: K9 c+ F. j& O) [sunshine and soil and water and seed,
0 _4 d+ X0 {# }1 Ainto food upon which we are soon to feed, . o. a; Y, \3 ?+ }+ l+ W
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
6 O& N1 l1 l: Q0 j+ S) Lso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.9 G, {4 H( w% E
We who came first and are ready to dine. v9 M3 w# ]- C1 u
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
. w, W( i1 |( K- P$ d6 @0 pbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
+ A) H# h8 O, a+ m/ I; d9 g5 l2 pwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
$ J) ?. V: s6 [& ` ?) R* |8 tInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others / @( b( q7 b! c Z( @
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted " }* e L+ [1 S! f$ O( b
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ! H! M! I/ S/ T, A) b
We thank you for people so generous and kind$ [# {3 J2 f( _" j5 \" }
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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+ D( j( r. o9 S8 |7 s" U( B1 y0 [Amen.
