Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
6 U9 U" z0 J0 ~5 c) |3 q0 _: yhaving transformed
. R6 t- q" F+ ?2 m6 t( M5 isunshine and soil and water and seed,1 [8 v* Q7 d t, t
into food upon which we are soon to feed, ' R, {( c M' m3 U# R x
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 9 h. c1 Y% }! }; s) I( H. @
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.8 Y/ N% x* @- M: g1 l: ?: z
We who came first and are ready to dine
7 d# S7 }7 S: Pthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
( n* r( t' r( B$ W4 Gbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
7 ?6 T6 P9 A4 b2 m! j, Z( R; M; xwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.: H7 q. n- X0 K/ T
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
! f. ?0 M) T5 V0 u' wthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.. N8 m2 ?( d1 S" E. ]* ~
Now,
' j/ j+ \( s F3 r" a I) j; dWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted - _7 g/ B6 r$ K/ K L
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted + S" `# C4 ?. T, ]1 R
We thank you for people so generous and kind
( O2 K8 }# j0 e( Y5 W8 A4 T4 Land thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.