Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, ' R9 u2 e- C/ b. X9 {
having transformed# B( V$ k/ Z/ T: g: R
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
5 u- i3 _9 q2 S4 X" K4 R% H8 \4 s: {+ `into food upon which we are soon to feed, * @1 c' e4 U- i, @6 f& _
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
( B! N& {8 j1 d/ v( dso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
& u% c0 _+ f6 I0 ~! u& sWe who came first and are ready to dine
1 Y, u, o: W6 H6 c9 Othank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
) q0 [7 V4 A* z3 \) xbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
! `7 N3 z8 p" E! |% L+ Ywe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
$ M9 _8 ]( P- v3 Q7 y; r' ^0 S& E- VInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others n6 ? Y' J; J8 b" w5 u3 f
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.5 Y0 e6 a& o8 C! g
Now,* x; }0 h( N! T6 ?# t0 E; v
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
: Y% G. n5 E9 {* l0 J% v2 a- cthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
( \" {; q8 ?( }- G2 ?% tWe thank you for people so generous and kind
% p* U5 G8 n$ wand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.