Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
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sunshine and soil and water and seed,
) }8 ?/ s7 S4 H3 ?0 _. Hinto food upon which we are soon to feed, 2 f: ?% c1 k" f6 ]8 l
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
4 W) n6 S2 o3 O$ fso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
" i+ i, v% `& CWe who came first and are ready to dine( y( e, Y* ^' n
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, , `- _' R. P, \+ G9 c+ w
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
) z* T1 v8 i) X% C! }0 ?we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
; w/ d, d! a+ o; M5 nInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
2 x5 e$ {) s2 ~2 nthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
; ?% L( e P; N3 \7 a+ SNow,6 R+ A% `7 Z Q) m1 d
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
3 K; j* Z6 w+ q, w4 f% I! c; |the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 5 d- i$ E/ t5 N: C1 Z% U$ b
We thank you for people so generous and kind+ h9 q$ T) M$ a9 _+ ]& R
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,7 _$ v2 Z q% U2 T, X
# Y2 P% q' ~3 W) uAmen.
