Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, ; X! m' U/ x* P1 x9 Y2 G* N8 a$ l
having transformed0 y- ^) m) _3 Q- b. e) k Y5 t
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
2 C3 o1 g) _: g6 ]6 X4 G$ Y9 G8 D' rinto food upon which we are soon to feed, 7 q4 H; h- {( e+ J# k7 j! I
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
6 `- j! M, X4 t; Y: ^so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
# K1 v. d7 k* G( N5 t" I/ [1 oWe who came first and are ready to dine
) N' L' i& B* Y; R0 Sthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
. v( [3 ?( N& E4 Nbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
h# H, O" a' ?4 P( w8 Xwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
$ m; G$ Y6 C5 \Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
! `/ b) p# V6 @the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.$ f# U/ w; ]- g& z/ c. T: I/ e2 I! _) A
Now,
% ~0 j. L2 ` k- w# o+ t: u. ]We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
; b Y7 [- X* Y: S+ n& q5 r7 xthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted & [3 b& F! i4 V
We thank you for people so generous and kind% b/ r: e) S: h, ~
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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+ H) q9 Q2 z3 e$ d- w- f! _Amen.
