Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
9 P% E, M6 ?5 phaving transformed
" h, _* |( t0 Z. }- Fsunshine and soil and water and seed,2 _% z9 w& H; @9 o
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
% j6 H! V* s" J+ h$ J: Xwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
' K' o, x3 H" fso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
1 C% |. `9 h1 i! XWe who came first and are ready to dine
- }2 Z7 L3 o2 c2 u! j! l( W; Sthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
, g9 `: Z+ j8 F' U+ c" Ebut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, . b* j, n' z8 @: E$ q4 w7 @
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.4 \0 [$ U" D; r. d4 X7 `
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
* n+ K- `0 |+ _) ]the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.7 \6 ^( w. D% a7 ?; O. a
Now,3 V7 ^' r$ x& O7 i
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
2 y h0 b% I0 E& c5 [/ _3 T, |the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
4 D' {0 Q# |# Y' |We thank you for people so generous and kind0 l% n, [3 r: F! c- J+ {& v
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.