Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
" |1 m) u4 M, x6 E1 h) Q G( f4 uhaving transformed; b; X) S; n$ N
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
" c0 i! s, p9 |1 E0 r) \7 h1 Binto food upon which we are soon to feed,
& a3 U- f1 k9 a# x% K0 l# w3 nwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 8 B1 a) h0 s2 r7 Z) h
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.! x0 q7 J- I' z' y
We who came first and are ready to dine
6 }5 u3 _: B+ S5 ]- }thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 2 P, \9 S7 y2 B% f
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 8 T$ [- A% r& C# `7 `1 c
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.4 h7 d) w. s/ c' {1 I
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others ) v. ?* e$ X8 w# E5 n
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers., _% `* p* x$ B3 ~/ L+ W) c, f
Now,
! b' p9 x, s6 |3 t/ WWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
, H9 z% I' D% Qthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
6 O. z1 a, H; e4 ^; BWe thank you for people so generous and kind
. A5 a; `, f* q+ L- \5 U3 A; l, mand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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# o1 c, Z( s4 f7 E. \Amen.
