Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 2 \* b1 x+ Q3 }1 i9 j& Y. T Q
having transformed9 }, Z3 @7 ]1 @6 E' U9 L4 b6 J7 P& E
sunshine and soil and water and seed,! a/ R8 e) b- h5 H& m% e1 X
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
" [+ r, S% g5 C( B* P# Lwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 7 P4 N" V+ ~- ?5 Z+ B
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.$ p' ~0 |& Q: q
We who came first and are ready to dine# P1 R5 V! C; j- r7 v/ l
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, / w3 I3 i2 F+ }, D/ D/ M+ y0 q% [
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, + u6 a8 H# x* n& B6 u
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.) H" A# w O' k' a( f$ ~; P5 ^
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
F" g3 B/ |( t7 y5 l2 Qthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
5 Z! _; ?# e1 HNow,0 s0 {; m0 M/ w
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
) n) Q0 P8 C1 }& p4 o; A% Sthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted / B9 p/ c, q' P- s
We thank you for people so generous and kind
- b+ e0 I7 H2 O4 r: A5 hand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,1 d/ S" T. R B9 F2 l8 U
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Amen.
