Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
! W9 a- _0 I2 G- `9 j7 Ehaving transformed$ x7 X7 N+ H# @5 i# h
sunshine and soil and water and seed,- v5 R! }5 q( g x
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
5 m' \$ g, d7 b/ Z* Jwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
5 Q& |. n+ N+ e1 t! l4 o( L7 bso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.8 h* {! E# b6 N/ e' D9 E" J
We who came first and are ready to dine7 ?* A+ j; b1 v6 p
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
7 H9 \* \: r7 J4 D3 cbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, . y: d+ k" \# A" t
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
S4 ~$ ^0 ]0 i' }! kInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
" e6 H$ C% r2 v8 H( xthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers., _8 ?# U& V4 ]4 E4 a2 {
Now,$ s, i& @- ?4 C8 K1 g; N+ C* c( k
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
1 G, W5 M3 n. v4 tthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 7 [2 Q% b4 [- p0 {. |; C
We thank you for people so generous and kind* o2 ?$ j% U9 I! t) d3 V e O
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,- H- ~, |3 F7 y1 i2 ]2 x6 q
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Amen.
