Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
. U/ f; v D6 u1 nhaving transformed
+ H- X4 o2 b: N6 n9 esunshine and soil and water and seed,/ D7 L, C: b0 t, D/ c9 E* I9 j" j% o) Q
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
. J% D0 _; D9 Awe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
' S8 d! I/ S4 F% ]+ \) p- Yso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
H4 N3 Y: _8 f `We who came first and are ready to dine$ Z- L* }$ ?1 [9 j, k5 p
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, : O$ m8 p: c! L# n2 z
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, ( N8 @, g* T. `% n# v. s# H/ T
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
, _+ i+ R, }& E' e& ^5 k4 |+ e7 qInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others + y) G. }4 u+ L
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.( \! Y7 v. p3 {- }3 ^1 o# f o
Now,
, x( n" B! I& y8 W2 x* Q: M9 [0 @We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
; _* \( H. P) Z' o& I, y# L+ ?the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 5 T: B4 k1 L! l1 @3 a0 k" ]/ N6 @
We thank you for people so generous and kind) W4 i. V. ~7 ?$ p- ?8 R3 Y+ G
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,, r: z" w! i6 e! k
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Amen.
