Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 8 ?& E( }, u" p9 _3 X- p
having transformed( z$ j# R3 C h" w
sunshine and soil and water and seed,% a$ O) Q, m, M6 P; l
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
* V& U" F: R5 j) ]: G1 Swe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
7 ^# u6 q2 I- S8 gso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.3 w4 ~7 z- ~0 u' s% h
We who came first and are ready to dine+ ?$ D2 }) V, B" \8 s) t
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
6 j. |) P, R5 z4 u( Nbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
, ?5 u' ^7 l" {- N, o# @we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.0 b) M( _% U! n" ^( B$ ~! q: U' d
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 8 Z- J7 M( A2 U( ?( x/ L# g" N
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
. w* T! V4 T6 D0 ? jNow,
% p( @/ d$ z! \- lWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ! g* K' E# q5 m! S8 b
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted : j, x4 u. @/ Z8 }5 E
We thank you for people so generous and kind% P/ N- h- G ~# s& g2 |& |
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,5 Q* ]* L! d b" ]' G4 n
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Amen.