Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, ( E2 ~/ q, ~2 G1 V ^: f9 ^
having transformed
/ v+ b' \# ]" B9 M0 P: g* ~4 U" ]0 [sunshine and soil and water and seed,' o9 R& x8 l! Q% v4 Z0 v
into food upon which we are soon to feed, ; O6 `- ?; D: p- }9 G+ y" X
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 1 X+ K( w1 T* L3 Z; Y% F
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell." h$ V% i; v# ~: |% c
We who came first and are ready to dine+ t- A1 [0 t- l" p8 t
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ; p! q z q0 }! U: c6 x
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 3 A1 U' Z, f( E* k! P6 A! g
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.# @' g7 x3 C4 _( Y' S
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
4 @, Y* [- \. F* G5 e- g( kthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
8 E& t+ a6 Y; m/ pNow,
% [# l& Y2 x z( u7 O$ cWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ' D4 c% \0 ^0 m% @$ t5 N4 @/ s5 y
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
5 T: ?% E' D3 O8 F1 B' VWe thank you for people so generous and kind
: N" m: ^% n ^' L3 yand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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1 g7 |& K1 l( `! jAmen.