Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
D! U9 |: X8 Y& z# xhaving transformed/ m6 u" r/ C1 b, L5 w/ n
sunshine and soil and water and seed,& M* S5 q9 A* @6 \4 z) A
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
! _; ~7 f+ X4 `, h. _1 _) hwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 9 J$ S: P+ W& c9 V$ l; J2 ^
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
% h" g. @. ?8 ]: z% oWe who came first and are ready to dine
& v: s4 j2 D+ w: ^2 D* K/ ythank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 9 N( o- I. P- N$ g- F
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 8 J% t* _6 j, K. o
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
# F! b2 D6 R( N; @# ^Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
7 m" v2 L0 f' uthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 7 L5 B$ S! h9 {: D: p9 f! [
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 1 U5 C; T5 {# q% v' A
We thank you for people so generous and kind
( Z6 I5 p- N' X7 @# Wand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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" U n9 l& z w# CAmen.