Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, ; o* ~' i0 h5 D7 m% Q
having transformed6 D+ t0 A" n5 k# M
sunshine and soil and water and seed,, o# I7 l1 D" ^+ {: o; B
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
2 n% d+ ~4 P2 V& |9 h7 owe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 0 Y# N1 Q `2 d/ o5 K: a
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell." T- ]: b9 c7 ?/ Q
We who came first and are ready to dine, p4 s! m1 V* G* o" b
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, # M8 n1 }7 W# V+ p% {6 T
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 0 Y$ ]) g# `& f
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
* F/ r- b! n! C* ?Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 0 p3 Q/ f4 H. u! |; v6 ?8 z( O
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.6 w! t4 v0 N' b$ p R, f# {: R T; O: U
Now,5 P4 H) c7 j5 _- p! p8 [# _* o K
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
2 V/ U t2 Q, ~2 g+ W9 ethe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
! |/ k% ?; P/ ?& ?! n0 l* D0 q6 ~3 FWe thank you for people so generous and kind4 ?- m7 a" f' ?- Z0 S! c
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.