Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, - q- x$ v5 @; O0 \1 |/ E
having transformed
# `+ x) ?; L( F0 V9 C2 E9 }' H) Ysunshine and soil and water and seed,
& D& x3 Y1 X) ^6 i- Y2 _/ Pinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
7 X( z6 }* N# i5 z- f* S/ G9 K1 cwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, * a; E& t0 s! p7 S& m
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.7 X- s J9 ]3 _0 q2 e" e! e6 @
We who came first and are ready to dine& a/ v3 g1 h& o7 {; R$ z% ?/ }. o; t
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
$ `1 ~. X. k& I2 b% T$ Tbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 3 K- l2 E t8 }7 ]" t
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
: D L. I0 b4 n! sInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others . F5 N5 g* H1 c. u% L* Y
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.3 L* Q( p5 }7 F3 h0 w9 }
Now,0 g! H$ G3 c4 ~. Z) s3 i
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
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We thank you for people so generous and kind1 W' H8 V, ^1 ]8 Q9 u4 N& ?1 P L
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
