Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
- _- a: V# \0 p' H6 Z# Y1 q! \having transformed
' `0 k$ {2 I8 X3 M/ u# T- i) _0 R7 |1 gsunshine and soil and water and seed,# D9 ?* F- n7 N: @+ Z
into food upon which we are soon to feed, ! A( Z0 Q; x, m3 t, T
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
* I& \& d( z6 Y+ Xso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
% k- h8 C+ |# n6 \/ G* f, XWe who came first and are ready to dine/ P8 b+ S# H8 w, L: a& }' ?
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 1 A o" D9 o8 _
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 9 P/ S. d6 w U
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.% ]; b. U7 t) W" x. e2 V" }
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
3 b8 w8 `; u4 m/ n# Fthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.. J5 v; w3 S- M7 C: r1 W9 y
Now,: F3 p7 P% l* i" k* ]" n% r: u
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted $ P+ K1 Y- N% Z d$ Z
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted & S0 z5 G8 T! {" C7 u6 C5 G6 s7 z
We thank you for people so generous and kind0 N/ J K& q% H; }( [
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
