Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
1 g; e0 d8 |, t; b4 N+ e% lhaving transformed
' c2 ~3 F5 z3 q8 @7 M H1 P# msunshine and soil and water and seed,
7 d! T: D# | `/ x3 ?into food upon which we are soon to feed, 3 {; E2 o$ [0 E- R
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
$ h% a. i8 X6 j G0 b3 aso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
' @; A0 f4 F; [6 F! X6 [We who came first and are ready to dine" T4 C. n! E: h7 T
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, . q/ s: a- j/ N$ A+ p1 i+ q
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, - M% U" {7 }" p# u
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate." Y* m4 ^6 q+ n1 _' {# |
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
2 K) A+ F0 g0 b. [6 Dthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.+ Z( z( Z. ^' X4 D1 w
Now,, h' u; |: f# C" o
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
( e7 l l0 K* X7 g* r( C8 z7 Mthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
( V, `* l0 b' e- o5 f ~We thank you for people so generous and kind
; M, c7 B1 N# ^ B1 @. |3 h! Y9 Vand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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9 o# w& ]( \% ]. F, A2 F, JAmen.