Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
4 s f/ m6 o# r2 Ahaving transformed
- @* `! N: E/ K0 ?) tsunshine and soil and water and seed,& k# ]% l9 K$ \+ u& o, b+ E8 ~! C
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
( d! \9 x: |4 C& T2 I Wwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
2 j5 c, F. T' g |* pso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.& n( B3 b) {% P2 Z
We who came first and are ready to dine4 W) Q( I! N# @ _6 x
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
/ B' n' D5 C! t: q6 x8 H% a, jbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
6 y4 A- k" x1 k, F; R1 q, i4 Ywe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
! M$ Z+ ?% S r/ SInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others ; o% ?0 N ~# U3 a6 \8 Z
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
7 K4 v9 _2 S- C7 D' k- ^Now,
. b6 q! F$ O# H$ QWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
( F" z! _' B0 |8 ?the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted , t% }4 t# |7 X$ ?$ h
We thank you for people so generous and kind; c8 o( Q+ H2 I% r% H
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,+ e; V$ t3 Q u& z# c) Q
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Amen.