Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
5 a; q2 } n2 k$ e% J/ whaving transformed/ B6 H$ r& d2 k
sunshine and soil and water and seed,7 u" {4 X0 Y$ {& Z+ N
into food upon which we are soon to feed, " A1 z% C* \1 s4 y. U5 h
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, / ~9 Q! Y6 K7 Q1 {+ X9 Y& `1 p
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
/ A8 c1 s2 M* A! ~1 oWe who came first and are ready to dine1 `0 b3 f" B* t, }1 H9 h
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, - S5 Z! B" r) |. N& j9 l. v O
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
4 s7 W0 w, L# kwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.1 ]0 e, M4 {; M3 @
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
; ?3 O3 |, n; _/ tthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.& Y' v6 q5 H. t z
Now,
8 a: S- u/ a5 \5 R% Y; J5 UWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted @2 h; E2 P/ U: U, \8 _7 d
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
4 f" q+ T" l4 m# B& y* f0 {" FWe thank you for people so generous and kind3 W9 y0 L" k+ o) u+ }) ~' E
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
