Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
8 w8 a' H2 i* V, C" w" n/ V+ Phaving transformed% a1 W7 D- w" g
sunshine and soil and water and seed,7 x8 {' [$ W+ q, ]
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
, A* _! R! o) ewe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
5 x F1 ^5 S( {4 d$ \) ^& v- Aso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.8 \- t& h- O" n6 H
We who came first and are ready to dine
- `: j8 F9 k$ ]% Xthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
) e; i! B% r% ?5 [) l, P$ ~8 rbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, ' \/ y6 L& K$ N9 |# v
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
; {1 p) u! o9 T* oInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
2 U1 f2 X1 j: k4 }& H. bthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
8 V: `0 {! j8 K4 c" ?3 cNow,2 U: ~4 v+ a; @) J4 ^6 c% I
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
/ V2 l, F; \- D" \' X2 Kthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted / E# j* k7 p: \2 _& |$ Z% x9 Z
We thank you for people so generous and kind
% c& y7 a9 Q, y% |4 c/ \- j8 Oand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
