Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
2 g0 q Y# l& u, j0 M3 \having transformed
, V$ v" x* [/ csunshine and soil and water and seed,0 p8 R6 f( [' j3 b$ l+ b3 O
into food upon which we are soon to feed, & {2 \0 c% x" ~% n5 c0 L" \
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
/ [& \! Y& ~8 L$ @$ t5 Q6 o4 u# k6 bso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
1 ~7 Z* l! O) j* Y9 VWe who came first and are ready to dine( p1 j! y( z) f2 \$ Q" I
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
7 y. E; j3 m) e. Wbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
7 Z2 k& r. X0 }6 e. k7 j9 v; bwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
/ z W) w- F0 z" E0 mInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others " U. N5 ?0 Z2 p% x6 E9 F1 i/ i
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
0 S4 A7 f7 ^# _2 g2 h) HNow,; `/ \# o# q6 ^$ c5 }: ]( F
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 5 [5 o& R ~; h7 ^
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
4 y: h* }) }( ]* }' ^/ W7 QWe thank you for people so generous and kind
6 v8 c2 e0 J& ?6 D$ Qand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,/ b, z1 T0 j6 {! ^$ Z2 Z
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Amen.
