Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, ) X" x5 @4 Y7 @+ E
having transformed5 O2 O& r3 ^: f5 J0 S/ }
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
8 S" ]1 b( u# W: G" Ointo food upon which we are soon to feed,
* w$ N {4 ?; O( D! Q; Xwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 5 q' `- { z- ]* `( e/ }7 m
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
) v3 J! g" T: SWe who came first and are ready to dine
& k- F0 s( @. @- l* |* f! H6 l6 J" Qthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
) G+ _% A2 G7 abut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
4 V: u% C9 G6 r4 G+ Nwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
. q( f9 A" o9 Y$ K2 NInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
) G% p+ C5 f( s4 J$ s0 ]the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.& Q: _" Q7 D" t, T9 v; b( I! ^
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ! G; {" x4 K% p; J: b1 J
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 1 F! t0 G# D, x0 a; k& @. Q
We thank you for people so generous and kind2 A$ X8 s3 G% \4 c
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.