Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
. U0 o6 e3 X. E, f1 fhaving transformed
1 p' ~6 E- e: G: b1 {sunshine and soil and water and seed,8 n8 D: B5 D/ x7 j, ?& w+ `! O
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
3 w8 V1 O: i; Vwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
9 w/ Q$ k/ J7 A4 {1 |1 R7 P, {so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
4 Z6 ^3 o+ L+ y! U: I8 UWe who came first and are ready to dine8 M$ ]* E7 e* ^4 ]
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ) C+ ^, ]! T3 t: Q/ y
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
* h5 t- F M1 [5 i' G7 C7 ^! h$ lwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.5 g; ~# d, r2 L. [- \/ p- x* c! U
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
9 ^/ L, l- v$ K! Q8 ?the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.: X5 k* k7 J( m& g$ G( ?/ G
Now,
) x1 ^0 A$ f% Z9 Y1 R; kWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
" s- v. @& z6 v+ ~9 [- y( I) @the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
! B" S$ F: g4 s7 W+ T; ] A7 UWe thank you for people so generous and kind- ]& [; C3 ^$ I0 u
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,; o9 V1 d5 h; ~. t, ]$ G; k; c% K
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Amen.
