Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 5 V. i- M3 n/ r
having transformed0 g! }% ] d# A- M- ~
sunshine and soil and water and seed,( c6 C" L1 W" F) d0 s# J
into food upon which we are soon to feed, , B6 @/ N, a7 I9 }& ^
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
" @$ y" ~) D; O Iso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.5 ~ m7 |8 n: U% a& r. M% d
We who came first and are ready to dine. k) S2 C0 N. u* _: m* A% Q
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ' m$ z1 h1 X) H4 B
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
% Q3 L N+ M8 g" w4 B: mwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
- b' d1 N; O& e- \' V: h) |Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
2 G/ v( m. }. \- @4 zthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.( u3 ^$ _3 _, g$ B. J# ^) T: k. X
Now,6 _) r4 O5 F2 g" D: E) g9 f
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
/ I9 O3 }+ S0 `* ythe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
4 V# ?7 z; f! p1 z, C- f# gWe thank you for people so generous and kind( w+ K O! R/ l8 e) @+ @
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
