Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, : d% z* f4 j6 R2 X) v
having transformed
0 @( z' S) k! `& X& I, Usunshine and soil and water and seed,
3 d J6 b; K. e Q9 H% binto food upon which we are soon to feed,
/ N( z0 U2 V& `) p( ]6 n: Q2 hwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, - b& a$ i9 w2 ~8 _4 L
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.5 X2 c! F3 }7 N6 D) N# S- }
We who came first and are ready to dine
- F7 m# I7 D7 c0 Othank you that we’re not still waiting in line, - c. ^0 V/ @. I# T
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, " q+ Q2 z, i8 s* e' r
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
+ y# ~0 L9 }+ G5 g9 TInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
3 q; Y+ ~; m7 m$ k+ Ethe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
/ _0 B2 E- a! i3 a* ^# Z+ tNow,( e9 Y2 b" W" z* `& S
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
8 p3 e# H. T5 b) i/ Nthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 4 p2 d# D0 l( t+ y
We thank you for people so generous and kind6 }% u) n; S+ Y- i k% f
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,% r- ~: \. t8 o9 R
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Amen.
