Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 4 M5 [4 T" j: I8 ~9 n! u9 J
having transformed+ J9 d% J+ I [- u
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
6 S9 L, K! r* vinto food upon which we are soon to feed, ' G) g9 w. s$ l; R
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
% R- t) N0 g" Mso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.) h4 w* p5 ^. ^. q; Z' O
We who came first and are ready to dine
) S6 B7 v& g( S, ?# z0 cthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, + i* Q' M1 r s$ k
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
% b8 y( N) p, X5 q1 H ewe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.0 u; g/ N' j- }- _
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
" Q3 N& v) C' a: t5 Lthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
- E$ p! G+ X/ |Now,
. N# l/ ^, G: M# ~* v" \6 KWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ; N/ \6 W7 K: m$ u; @1 X
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
: ?$ o& s$ E' d3 X- s- \We thank you for people so generous and kind8 w5 [, K& e( c. H; S
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
