Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, ' ?' V( Q0 w4 k3 X @! g
having transformed
5 \& ]( I, u# e6 P! q5 _6 fsunshine and soil and water and seed,
* I/ D3 y% f+ Pinto food upon which we are soon to feed, % ^' V# z( w# o# J E
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, $ {+ h7 |+ t% Q1 U+ B* f& A7 \
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
& `* I4 Z" H# w$ o% C& i. BWe who came first and are ready to dine
& g( O. U1 ~* Q' n- Q* Uthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
( z) i- X, K; x4 I* g" Ebut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 6 }4 A& C/ ^0 b* x) }' C: v' p
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate. g( q# {: p1 H5 M+ N% P* G3 B9 R
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 1 Q6 D4 w$ ?5 | N; e
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
, N( Q+ q, l& ONow,
4 j7 r8 r6 H, V' dWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
K& F" I8 Q' i' g1 n7 Qthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 9 r* D' P9 C+ W1 I z
We thank you for people so generous and kind" N: W" G8 G5 z G& |$ j5 G3 P6 r8 Y
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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# k, f7 f* ?0 d7 ?; g! y/ l; ], QAmen.