Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, - V1 s1 F% L: Y1 G5 |: P& N7 Y& r
having transformed
1 y+ z( y: X) o' s$ g7 N5 v* Esunshine and soil and water and seed,
& a ]" K, }' _" q/ D' yinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
/ }" Z1 I, d1 Z2 j5 H( X- t L# V' ~we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
1 h/ M/ N. `; v) Dso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
2 R, t3 B8 c4 m' ^* lWe who came first and are ready to dine& Y0 n3 s5 o2 {6 R" B
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 1 y7 }3 l! d8 v3 |8 R" C
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 3 n7 O, R5 h' r9 I4 \2 }1 O3 L
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.) r1 E1 D; [, I& W9 \7 f2 y' u
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
# R9 f+ H, c" G* ^+ k0 ~, G2 Hthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
9 d: z/ j; c# t* F% f8 YNow,0 z! N1 Q2 v, `1 O6 k; H* a& `5 X o
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
$ r5 Q, M# H9 _9 i; O% N: c( Ythe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 1 @ F6 y9 U$ ~; u5 d
We thank you for people so generous and kind
6 v- Q* @6 @1 H- m+ h+ _3 ]8 Wand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
