Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
) q7 q, S6 N$ O. bhaving transformed
- t' k" _/ U( v$ esunshine and soil and water and seed,, x# G$ l% {+ m- t) C8 j
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
f5 m/ [' m4 t) g! O/ C; dwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 0 K; f, @9 ?# X2 w3 @# C
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.( g; p% A; |, l2 W
We who came first and are ready to dine# t7 s" n. J0 d H+ [$ x
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
1 w, ^$ U% s% v0 N9 f/ Ibut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, T8 x/ z3 K: w5 A
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.' c/ ~3 Z& z1 c$ Q; c+ g
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
& c# U6 v7 S5 gthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
9 I |, Z# a3 K! ^2 I0 d8 p2 m/ MNow,
2 h$ E" |- e* _' t- S O d4 \% L, hWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 0 w4 }5 }' a' k3 P. s) O
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
8 y1 j& O" l! @ {7 [. d' BWe thank you for people so generous and kind
& T, b( C; P/ |# b3 Y5 ?; I4 Xand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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" f; j7 F+ y" F: m0 g k6 t9 VAmen.
