Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
2 Z/ X8 k% r$ \) b% u& m8 E/ g ehaving transformed& C# |3 r6 `0 A; Y
sunshine and soil and water and seed, s7 S3 A, q$ i" D! C
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 5 I8 H4 B3 v$ ^
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, - J0 m* Q2 C- Y2 ~" V0 [ d
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
0 v( Q U& t6 y# O6 I, jWe who came first and are ready to dine: D( _2 u9 h% X: t5 _
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
`: I0 v, I$ x# b0 Y6 G' v+ M- s* rbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
+ n" B0 C% T6 m" `: m- Xwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.7 |" ~& `. X+ T6 n. h" g
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
* x) B) d5 b1 K8 L+ [0 Athe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
* x" H6 K4 T/ h! C6 t+ z3 M& C+ }Now,
+ T& \0 P3 K( W/ [9 yWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
4 a; ?* z' A5 A8 E1 j& C5 A; jthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
( t" E% @. T# e4 ~8 W: t# B6 e. MWe thank you for people so generous and kind
# N5 Q& C; S# G6 A' |4 [4 ^and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,# F* t+ `5 m5 P0 H* S
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Amen.