Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, . [: S+ L, a3 ]: Z8 Z. `
having transformed: Q8 m3 @% D. y# Y% N
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
- x8 J5 P) c/ q3 K3 u+ i2 i- Yinto food upon which we are soon to feed, , n) j' Y; ~. }* t
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
! g) g+ w6 x0 b( P2 q0 Rso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
1 I8 J* f9 m8 n' c9 ^, OWe who came first and are ready to dine& O" @, q2 @( T4 l! W8 p+ Z/ l
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 8 Z( |* M& [' o* C
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
8 v# U4 A3 M5 E/ }we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
# [6 \7 m( F9 `0 }" g# IInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
1 j4 g' R9 L) ?1 b" Othe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.$ ?4 l, G m* L9 b
Now,
1 M3 E* W d& r: M" b+ b; EWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 1 T, N) {7 ~1 l/ T9 d
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted " n/ x* i3 B2 d. m0 u
We thank you for people so generous and kind
; |5 f C! V+ P1 |; oand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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+ l6 ?, A* w0 m' J/ |- C6 K' L( cAmen.