Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
6 G0 ~/ E5 a6 d5 b+ G7 Fhaving transformed3 a2 E/ W; x6 K" j2 A [. N
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
j: p6 P$ H5 t, _into food upon which we are soon to feed, ) S& r# e% M7 B( l
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 3 N' v' P$ N3 J+ W2 l7 w
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.4 @: h. h0 [9 Y: @8 T3 Z
We who came first and are ready to dine- W6 H& |! O; b' a# A$ y8 E
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
, O1 \ [8 n! ]9 H, f. ebut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
/ N: S% A$ ]; e1 @6 y2 S6 Q) Y7 Pwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate., E V+ O+ t5 ^0 x ]; i
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
7 _: D2 [/ J7 m& Pthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
5 a' `( j' a' b( ythe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
8 C: A, k! J# a+ S6 K8 V1 ^# ~We thank you for people so generous and kind
/ Q1 T6 l* d" K8 oand thanks for all blessings in body and mind, S: {. G8 O0 m8 p' i' @0 w
Z: E$ P* ?6 b* u3 }" DAmen.