Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
, `8 s2 z# p3 T6 ghaving transformed
, ]9 G. A3 o' Ksunshine and soil and water and seed,+ t' y, H% H9 v p# ~- _
into food upon which we are soon to feed, & ^7 ?7 e8 j+ L" g' [( w
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, ; z2 V. F6 e, @' c
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
0 m( x, C4 I0 ^ J8 F' R, M e7 zWe who came first and are ready to dine" R0 y Y: _/ Q* D8 v; L1 x
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 0 g% ~! y) i! K& L b2 u
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
- j; K% \: \' Ywe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
0 R( Z: y! o- [3 I" w# `( ]Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others & W1 {( P; K5 c* D; v7 L! ]
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.$ C1 j! c) ]( s( a* P7 F( J
Now,
9 F; n8 N5 g5 j6 o* L u4 mWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
5 u9 a! D# P& X3 E' xthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ' c! Z$ i; g. |' C% _+ r$ }
We thank you for people so generous and kind# v3 G; W3 N3 O( ^
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,9 m! o! [6 F9 v5 e
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Amen.