Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, * d X6 a6 z. N3 Q+ a- [% H
having transformed7 T0 U" ]* i# u: O6 E# S% N
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
3 u& {/ K) n3 K8 u: @3 p6 Ninto food upon which we are soon to feed,
, o- o9 J/ |" N/ uwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, - m. ?% C7 y# f+ }* P0 o8 S4 ?
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.& G* [* I& O2 r, ~! ~4 b
We who came first and are ready to dine
) b! |7 r1 ^+ ^1 U1 p1 B5 ]thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ! G( B5 h6 E) j8 [. F
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, . V: z4 l* g; y% }) C. j
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
: ?7 P _1 y5 GInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
% P/ I. O" H' Q3 t, X; U6 Bthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
& V* Y8 i, O& ANow,
1 z& }! Y1 c1 z$ S8 f: S% p* rWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
0 _1 a; w# ?: H7 y* m. R- Xthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 3 h. e! G4 z+ [/ [" @. ?: {$ ]. r
We thank you for people so generous and kind
7 h* J2 \; Y6 X* P8 `and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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) T/ z% O3 L' GAmen.
