Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
- @/ ~6 X& U- @# Y a+ ^- g, ^0 yhaving transformed
0 F) q& ?& x9 Z! N3 O) \, jsunshine and soil and water and seed," R# C# d" ]" ]& H
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
( W# h; D# e/ d/ ?8 W8 ?4 }/ S9 v6 qwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 8 j1 d) T" P, g' a9 R+ a7 @6 \
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.& C8 S0 L9 ~: E2 [4 Z* z
We who came first and are ready to dine
0 q& } q8 S' u6 M+ } T, B, d5 ^4 athank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
^6 i4 o6 }! lbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, " Y+ m8 \, ]$ l
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.& ^; U7 i+ O; }+ X& q! i2 h( U
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 7 `* v# p' v1 c" A" ~" k$ q
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.. N" s8 l4 @) n! i' e8 z( u
Now,
a8 M( u" H; x: Q6 x% W2 nWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 4 y7 S$ I; o8 H! [: O
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
! x% A2 o! |5 f4 [6 I0 gWe thank you for people so generous and kind' f! ], V0 v( L' Q1 g. H
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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* {7 o" Z; {1 i* QAmen.
