Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
8 i4 a$ V% E S- V3 Khaving transformed8 X/ Q+ ?3 K3 |' x- Y& j7 g( X
sunshine and soil and water and seed,; }& r1 K" x0 f/ T* j1 D3 |
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 0 S. B0 H7 Z% M/ b2 K
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
+ A; ~ H# s( Y+ S: ]# a0 S5 |8 ?so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
. B3 g" |( {5 W! LWe who came first and are ready to dine
, t, d E" s" ?, Z* ?% Kthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, . m' q' |4 U9 h
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
. U) l! c1 C+ u7 ?we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
3 p p, e- B% S- k+ vInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others . `5 x$ @4 ^3 |1 a% R0 |
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
2 u$ I4 ?. P, g2 |3 `; T f8 Z& RNow,
2 D7 \4 M2 _- F+ XWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
- s. K# `3 T a% sthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted % c# h# v3 ^9 K. u- ^5 o2 a
We thank you for people so generous and kind, ^- S+ i& x7 V* F) V
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind, W; |& r3 Q! i3 Y
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Amen.
