Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
( \3 c. Z; P. K8 H1 }6 ehaving transformed1 L0 B# E% x' O& _
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
. ~' X) g& c5 z9 x1 ~( R1 Ginto food upon which we are soon to feed, $ l: J8 M3 F1 v0 M6 B; ~- `9 S
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
& @; O4 d/ \' R2 F6 f8 c. ^2 t" aso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
1 @( k+ `6 g) {$ G+ h# ZWe who came first and are ready to dine" O% q, c' l4 ]1 _
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
, s) V, R2 r1 [* y4 L" ?$ Mbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 4 B) t/ b, i( C5 |9 Z( r
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
" O3 L, G5 A+ GInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others - B- K: P1 [: ?6 f" @
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
( g! C e9 w6 w8 f5 g" x2 aNow,
5 B, F# o$ Y2 q7 s; X" m) U1 U5 DWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
; J+ D8 q3 r1 l: g; z2 Wthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
% t/ e( {: H; o: {. d' N1 M5 MWe thank you for people so generous and kind
% h5 E. e0 o) [; S2 nand thanks for all blessings in body and mind," V5 _( k7 Y0 Y8 f
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Amen.