Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, * h4 O" k. m( {% ]7 p, p+ v
having transformed
, @# h2 l7 M1 j+ H( m4 _7 Y: xsunshine and soil and water and seed,
- Z6 Y9 ?8 V( b+ O2 _0 _ Linto food upon which we are soon to feed, 4 p. `' c5 t& N% j+ b K: i/ }8 o
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, : E5 D# e- N& o: o, u2 @. D
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.4 {# L) x( h6 @) ?* x/ y
We who came first and are ready to dine) I! L t) `' R4 i9 f5 x
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, : m/ ~) H$ n9 @* J( X3 P3 M7 A
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
0 U3 Y! w$ M; O5 H! [% [1 `we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
5 G' e' G$ f6 Z L" o1 @Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
% _/ ^3 [' Q$ Z+ u6 jthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.+ W0 j& T2 v4 F6 K! B; q
Now,
) J( c- X% e! B2 q) A& S' s9 QWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted / P) w% c" b2 L# p4 x" X/ d4 ~
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted " X9 |% F1 k* y9 g: x
We thank you for people so generous and kind' o6 j5 R; ~. o' r
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.