Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
; B- @8 ?7 p- s/ z5 N9 _# bhaving transformed$ O2 R9 q! T: ]6 @
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
9 {4 C9 ^1 R1 Z4 U$ w1 |! n3 I3 U+ s7 {into food upon which we are soon to feed,
4 v( g. ~& s) ?3 W- ?we thank you for life and we want to stay well, : C. b, X5 y4 u, M6 |8 V) R
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
: I) \( ~! s, v. b! G; uWe who came first and are ready to dine8 q7 t/ r" I# W9 P# m
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
( \# D: a! J; w# J$ H/ h( }- B8 {but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
3 {2 i& S+ ~0 M2 Cwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
- p, F; V. e, ~) |5 AInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
% L% K5 s# _: T0 I8 S1 O6 fthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
% ]8 K9 q/ j2 t& {7 ]4 n: bNow,
) }* K* e6 Z. G" I( P3 s# rWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
; ?2 B; T$ S. [1 r' I3 X3 p7 m athe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
n7 {) [" U2 Y7 X: ?. v, `We thank you for people so generous and kind2 V2 I( _& z! x7 L( p1 U. P
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,! w' a* X" u( M8 i, ]5 G
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Amen.