Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
; M7 e: B# `9 A$ A; P5 w5 [0 I! ?having transformed
7 y* U5 A. _4 n s0 n: x: h+ L# _6 Ksunshine and soil and water and seed,
/ Z6 l/ L; _- J) T: Finto food upon which we are soon to feed,
$ Y3 `# A* a, H: h8 B" ?& `we thank you for life and we want to stay well, , M1 ]" O! ^5 ?1 q7 |
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.; K! @) q$ {, }$ L& ?+ ]# S6 K3 U
We who came first and are ready to dine( `$ W9 r5 `/ i1 D3 S! Y$ {
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
4 \- k8 k6 M2 Xbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
' g. Z; l& ^" c% \* w$ nwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.3 A) m. V' y/ A
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
7 N! t5 g+ X0 ~: N+ ^ i* `the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.# S6 ?2 t/ f' S% d8 x3 z- l
Now,
% R! G0 h; l4 F [0 j# bWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 9 a7 P' w& @1 s" Z i9 W# y
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
+ D7 |, | ]8 YWe thank you for people so generous and kind2 q6 e b5 B' N8 G* z; p- ~
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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+ A. Y0 [( _7 A/ B6 o zAmen.
