Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
: d& M: i. ]8 S5 c7 Q; @1 vhaving transformed
3 }- C, }$ C0 l, ~% ?sunshine and soil and water and seed,! X/ g9 F4 \$ a4 r+ C
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 1 m2 u, y H/ \; ~9 V
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, I* }6 p' i' k' W& B
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
& |: I9 A% }* _9 `2 J; [( }% k( GWe who came first and are ready to dine
. s7 V6 E) S2 k0 L ^thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
) o0 B+ J# m1 v3 \1 Qbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
, S- ~; N0 ]; V6 n' s& Zwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.6 P! B d( W5 e- B9 J! l* e2 H
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
6 N9 S5 n: p6 q; d5 H' \( Othe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 3 G! U, H# W: R
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
5 g6 A L3 B+ s- V2 [1 YWe thank you for people so generous and kind8 b" ]* k: b5 c7 \% D" S
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,. g8 [8 y) l) Z$ q6 ?
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Amen.
