Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
% w* j7 r* f! W0 E8 @/ S. d6 P% phaving transformed) E, `& J' Z8 i( ?
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
& U; W/ Z. y8 I$ w f' B' S8 i+ sinto food upon which we are soon to feed, : M/ x. E* m- D# |& v& j' Q
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, , Y* A- r4 X$ f g
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.1 ~/ k6 z2 U# F: k/ D. J
We who came first and are ready to dine
7 c) W1 O% U$ E% J1 ?" u) ^7 f8 I3 Uthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
% w) A5 b1 p z! s L9 X0 |but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 4 o, v) J( V( c' t& S) E; A
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
2 P% L- }: `, B" \/ jInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others : j0 W, Z9 t# X2 G- U) j+ I4 e0 L
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
- K; B! K/ h, u( l6 v# hNow,
6 `* l: A( A3 K0 R# u0 MWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
1 } E& V$ F# {: u* Pthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ' A& G ?) i- b7 E
We thank you for people so generous and kind5 S7 R5 ?& E9 \: R# \6 t
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,' w- O' W( y* l3 A5 P4 Y+ |2 |
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Amen.