Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
+ v* w5 E a6 ?; lhaving transformed
6 t3 K( B" e0 t5 V% @sunshine and soil and water and seed,) w9 N$ l# Y/ S3 t" Y# g
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 2 c9 O8 T u, Y; l- n
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
' a2 A* y8 M% E3 e; Dso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.$ p# e( a& G; ~. d3 X7 i7 x
We who came first and are ready to dine
- C$ C+ E' s8 c8 vthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
+ s# ?; L* h5 F! Xbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, - x& \! E7 q' [ t `
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
. W' h& v& s2 e) j, p& Y9 P2 _! HInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
' Y( D8 V$ e6 h. W+ |2 @the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.7 W Z6 L& E2 E7 L/ ~" O6 g, R
Now,
: _ U, q- G" r$ {& x7 CWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
( Q# H" ^0 {; V( N3 X% I( Sthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
9 x- H- V/ e+ n" _We thank you for people so generous and kind! V% g3 G* z+ g9 g4 a# N/ J
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.