Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 0 I! D+ x% V- ~, _
having transformed
' S! `, h% P/ W! B; Fsunshine and soil and water and seed,
: e4 I4 k- U' q1 Q& U( v) uinto food upon which we are soon to feed, # r9 a0 Q0 S& p3 P; |
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
% \1 R5 ~$ ?- p. }so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.# _/ {: b* j9 I* e0 B
We who came first and are ready to dine
3 { P$ Z8 F8 C! e& ] e( Ythank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
4 C- D/ `5 d/ t) e% Kbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
, h4 e* R- h5 X) r! f0 Twe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
' I& Z! L4 X6 ~$ RInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
3 F7 s* F5 h" b& W0 O+ j: ^9 Uthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers./ W; F+ r9 Y- p
Now,& l. j" T J% h2 n1 r7 E4 _0 ]
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted - s3 s9 p$ k( ~$ L* ?9 `
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted . T' U7 X! M- o6 j0 F8 Q1 ~
We thank you for people so generous and kind
) V5 X6 U* ?+ W( m! ]+ S# X) sand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,- I% q+ s5 i& F$ S1 E
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Amen.
