Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
8 i8 D- t1 a" t. Q/ jhaving transformed
1 o( C; Q8 F2 t4 bsunshine and soil and water and seed,1 V" [# A N4 t9 q; ~5 R/ \
into food upon which we are soon to feed, , q) u; S0 R# B7 V
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 2 I5 @1 A- w& w+ _7 A/ J& R" t
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
' p% N0 o. ~" z; E: [We who came first and are ready to dine
$ D' A; j$ k9 e' Ythank you that we’re not still waiting in line, " Q9 X: x; ]9 v" }" u- H* {
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, , @/ U5 J8 n' s N0 u
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
5 l" o6 X; D- SInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
$ W8 J) i2 d3 Q. h, s% q) _4 h% Athe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.& W' Q) j$ _) X1 q$ X @
Now,7 O q9 ^* I0 U, o- d
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
0 H- s( n; G7 x! \the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
8 B: \# O# S Q* c( ~- t+ XWe thank you for people so generous and kind
: M( S* {9 [/ M! D( E+ ~# M7 Oand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
