Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, % Z- b" P% j, V1 x
having transformed( e* [- Y: ?; A1 G
sunshine and soil and water and seed,; b# }' i9 V& H+ C- ]& [0 g! N: Q v/ J
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
! Z$ q& K G j$ O1 @$ Hwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
9 @; [( p! [3 y5 p0 k* D0 ^so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
9 j& N9 W# K8 Y) n' A1 hWe who came first and are ready to dine
! @7 K3 U1 ?6 Z* S( G6 Mthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, : v( t! c, ]% q
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
q. ~% R( Z" Uwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
5 j2 Q5 S+ P/ {5 ], ^- pInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
. M' d1 Z' U* jthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
0 C1 {' l8 z: M# w! ^1 m% [Now,
- y2 @0 I8 l' V1 \: QWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted + J% I# Y. V4 X* ?
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
- X) J9 v7 s+ _We thank you for people so generous and kind
2 t0 V" L0 Z! K- `and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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@% i4 D9 n4 y- [' YAmen.