Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, / |- @* y" y, m* T" R5 g
having transformed, W2 Y0 d5 o4 ?. S, r
sunshine and soil and water and seed, j8 n+ h- p+ y' g0 r7 p
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
2 u& S* x2 p6 V4 Iwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
: Z, Q1 X/ R7 H kso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
4 ] Q' L- J: {' v3 tWe who came first and are ready to dine
; z! j6 q0 e. D, j; dthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
/ e6 _( I c* b4 O7 X2 Bbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
2 |3 l$ c# o1 V( `; z# [7 pwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.- {) G- o6 H7 ?
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others - k* Y/ l- A' w) G! P8 |8 }
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.4 C6 `4 ?1 V- m0 H7 K0 \
Now,
( ^. G3 J# V5 |9 ], ~5 zWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
2 T; G( e7 j! e9 _8 ~: N8 }the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted . k' Q* K9 C* `8 Q3 P. v
We thank you for people so generous and kind
% k. F4 Y. d5 y8 ~and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,# }1 N" N* O& N+ U& ]7 K! S; h9 I2 K
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Amen.