Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
2 H, P( i$ |4 }3 dhaving transformed
* v/ k% Y* L) }$ j( o+ ~sunshine and soil and water and seed,
2 y1 }# m% P5 c# n9 p4 j8 v; iinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
1 R! [ S4 Y0 L0 Gwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 8 X3 z2 F7 E" I+ o+ J
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.1 }; Z& @1 F! V# D' Y* e- H! q
We who came first and are ready to dine( J5 h1 C: H' I1 O, i
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ; y1 ]& D- W; D! k4 x
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
% w: K+ V$ {: X0 X* Vwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.) Z2 @* f% q$ a" q( G
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 5 U5 ?: p3 J- i. Z
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
6 F& ?0 c0 j* D( M2 W. v1 [" @) n1 _% tthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
1 m; j# p' ]3 e' b! EWe thank you for people so generous and kind8 i5 w- a0 Z+ |0 h+ q3 Z/ Q& z
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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, s0 Q( B! t! |: U4 ]7 HAmen.
