Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, % W! S" e8 X# H) _0 q& P! r
having transformed8 V, i. Y- Z& ^7 w# }
sunshine and soil and water and seed,( E0 ]1 c: Q ?. R6 X" u1 k& Q
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
' A# B1 w4 u) \5 swe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
. Y2 R( @& V* Kso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
# m, i4 \0 U3 sWe who came first and are ready to dine
& Y! y9 [ D) gthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
5 l% f- g) H; J' ~1 ~/ f: m8 Zbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, + [% O/ e6 I8 A" e7 L: q+ i# j
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.9 I. C: P" s7 I8 f# q. C5 R9 ~) S
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 4 e0 E- |4 ]! s* w) i3 W9 v. V
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.# I% H- u [" g# O) Q/ A
Now,3 L9 \( I7 k k; V0 Z. } x- F* B
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ; U7 X! L2 }2 T9 z; h, J
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 2 P$ X& `* o7 ^* G2 B* F3 y }" O
We thank you for people so generous and kind; S, F8 E8 ~' o5 c7 B$ @% q
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind," G6 V& C, Z) G5 ~( z5 W
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Amen.
