Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, ! Y1 r0 }8 m+ \
having transformed
0 p* W* H9 X* W5 m. vsunshine and soil and water and seed,
# i( ~: O' z Q8 {4 l1 m; z% S! binto food upon which we are soon to feed, ( q5 A! a5 C! N# P$ f% x Z$ a6 j
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, % A: n4 T9 J# ^1 m; V
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
" l: i3 a. n7 h6 x: m$ A+ e, b7 J7 FWe who came first and are ready to dine
0 }/ B0 ?) h0 F1 ?+ A+ {+ S7 a6 b4 Zthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ( N; Q7 U b+ T8 K
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
5 e' t4 D! J1 a# k1 R3 P+ R G- Awe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate., ~* x: r# V6 _6 b3 H7 h
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
: o' J ^' e; P% P4 Kthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.3 A. a0 k' ]- b4 j3 O, {9 r- |: y/ ]
Now,
9 ~: E* `, A0 MWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
, Z F& I* C2 k8 s/ fthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
" `4 \# d4 V+ S/ iWe thank you for people so generous and kind8 P; b, W# C$ f
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,) f& E( w% c3 i# ^: P
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Amen.