Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
0 |5 g& g9 H3 h h7 v zhaving transformed
4 u) b6 M9 `) V; a4 |sunshine and soil and water and seed,) k- O9 g+ K7 ?- o
into food upon which we are soon to feed, ) J$ l( ^' u, O/ Q0 ]
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
# |) `) V3 E4 Oso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.- [3 c+ Q& L2 \9 j3 x
We who came first and are ready to dine; |8 z! M* @" ?* M, _$ e
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
$ r% m( Z. P# ibut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
4 M9 S- {, b/ J x( owe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
( L" k$ ^' `" u* H4 ?( mInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 2 N( t$ ], }% v' c) v* O2 u, v
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
& b3 v: s) Z! f- z) X) Ythe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 9 c7 P o" X" {/ F) a; \- D
We thank you for people so generous and kind! ?6 F8 W- X- h8 F
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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3 ]/ f# J" F0 S& T$ hAmen.