Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
: |! x, x: K- ~- @( ]. I1 Mhaving transformed
5 h8 _6 C7 T! I! o( K4 E" usunshine and soil and water and seed,
0 ~' ^- P" f) S# r& a3 zinto food upon which we are soon to feed, ; d3 j9 X. j7 p) ^, m0 J/ ?
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, + ~- G8 C( R% L5 F8 x
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
" f A$ F" U* \We who came first and are ready to dine
) p% O2 Y( j) ?+ ^thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 7 l5 y+ w& v& m% F3 T
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
' ]( i' S& n0 E0 K: f4 j7 ?* d" qwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
" {: Y9 Y* p& G" I' M% gInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others x5 x% k9 w2 b
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.+ p: l: \$ u* K, V/ {/ x
Now,
8 i" c5 n* D/ c; n; g, ?# {We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
3 w6 [' c v$ [* n* V2 |8 M1 Kthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted . S6 U' G8 v# C# @/ e3 ^
We thank you for people so generous and kind
K1 Y1 m. \* m0 ?0 j$ B! {- fand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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4 r. q* X* K4 J) n. wAmen.
