Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
: ~9 e' N F% X# Phaving transformed
: N% j* k1 f) \0 k7 j0 U7 bsunshine and soil and water and seed,7 A- T J2 K1 Y9 W4 i
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 2 j* v3 V/ o. p+ K* U$ P6 w
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
3 X& P# c; d# O+ h, Dso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
6 r. x' B+ ?* C0 ?* Y" Q% CWe who came first and are ready to dine
8 v" u1 v: H" k! a0 gthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
0 s' ~6 W7 r( P# zbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
) V! d- M3 ?5 E. L6 uwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
" E7 t8 n# C! `* S$ D1 r" WInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 7 X5 f- M# U- _# }9 ], U2 ?
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.6 P7 Z! d- M4 D" ?+ ^
Now,- R* U3 G$ A8 Y H2 I7 }# E( d
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 2 O5 o# T) X; I% x& U) @
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
' t8 B/ [: Z0 nWe thank you for people so generous and kind
9 F' w' Q$ u/ U S& E: a$ Band thanks for all blessings in body and mind,( K0 X. U, ^! h9 v9 ?$ ?" n+ D! X3 ?
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Amen.