Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, % k( o2 y0 {* y; ?' M
having transformed, x5 j+ D# t& V. [) G( H6 m
sunshine and soil and water and seed,3 `: b7 e5 ~8 Y& u7 F5 `
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
; e3 t$ N0 \( l9 z9 F2 g7 Awe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 9 S# G6 Y4 a5 b& s9 E& M U+ d
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
6 e j7 }/ ?1 s6 O% w& mWe who came first and are ready to dine p, @5 ~& s/ l3 ~7 _! b9 Q" M3 V
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
- a+ K$ O1 [1 F4 w% Wbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 7 b9 I6 w0 z; s" P8 |8 ]
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
* M7 ^6 I; n! e0 qInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 7 B/ {) J6 A, u7 Y4 k; X) y
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
. Y6 w6 X9 K* l$ N5 k6 v3 u( PNow,
" y S4 i/ r/ sWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 0 w/ q4 ^. |( R4 E" \# l
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted # X+ h% i0 H9 ~9 f. P1 N
We thank you for people so generous and kind6 ?/ ]; j/ }; K5 m/ r! p/ \/ F- O
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.