Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, ( a" T7 p: Y) _: ?- A+ r
having transformed0 }5 h5 z: w+ c
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
" n( R9 [/ o( \; O$ ?0 dinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
- S& W( o6 l/ Bwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
' h2 @! L* ~: z( N* e# T+ [: Yso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
: u& H* ~' ]( Z# H* AWe who came first and are ready to dine- |( \' J, g+ _9 O% S0 k8 Z3 W j; a
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
$ B! ?, i7 p( E" a% nbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 6 _1 ?2 q) t) V
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
& R9 U2 c4 P( i+ b- Q! dInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 9 A+ t# m4 @4 K- J. N
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.4 u; J# H. l! q R5 v
Now,. N& X( Q) A( n
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 7 _) U; |* x, @" l# e
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ; M& A5 \6 Q/ H" D
We thank you for people so generous and kind8 e9 m* Y& s$ h& I G1 [
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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2 J* @- Q0 c) V. [Amen.