Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
" J! o5 r' M. {+ K1 b* t0 yhaving transformed. O; U& y( K# M( M/ z
sunshine and soil and water and seed,# N+ K+ |- ?/ D1 p! U' q; Y9 p1 i
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 7 V- S A+ F1 K$ m# R8 p
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
" a1 M8 Y) v- f4 _, xso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
8 A& y/ V4 ~6 D* a- VWe who came first and are ready to dine
6 G+ A1 ]& i7 \- y8 ^/ g" cthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
3 p: R+ w) Q* Q% s; z+ M9 ybut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
% J. v7 X! V; Pwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
; p! S9 W2 H0 v) a+ a) o4 gInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
. T- C! S8 U4 B$ Bthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
8 u/ d# W& [. v" wNow,
6 C2 ^5 J5 s$ A! k0 O/ w+ NWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
3 u4 h# Z4 |! C6 \; k1 uthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
8 \5 e2 L% ^% ?We thank you for people so generous and kind
- z. U. ^2 J& S8 z% b" [. fand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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" h! T) K' \8 UAmen.