Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 9 r/ F! z u- P4 T5 D
having transformed) G* S! n. u0 t' K4 s; e' R0 U
sunshine and soil and water and seed,# C, K" C2 r; H* `: b7 z+ o; c
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
" Y, e, m/ b# c% X1 C! Lwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
4 _1 v% h- ^6 K: E8 jso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
6 S% j) ?5 O, n3 R; e, wWe who came first and are ready to dine
& g: i) e% r- ]* Qthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, $ ~ ~# \9 D; T0 g, J. }& e9 J
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 7 Z2 G1 K1 Q. T/ y" p7 S
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.! \# s5 a( |7 B% G
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others : t8 v' R/ f% }6 N: T: s/ k0 K( g# [
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
0 J: O' A7 ]. g- z' v# ONow,
% T* p3 x1 `; d8 b4 }% DWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted . b* Y- k7 t* j: W8 J
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
0 C9 b6 w5 `4 W% e8 W: N2 dWe thank you for people so generous and kind
- M" U# m" X& C s7 cand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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. s4 m1 Z: T& FAmen.