Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
]- j7 o8 ]1 N9 u" Rhaving transformed
, |0 L9 O# o9 s+ K8 U( usunshine and soil and water and seed,
9 T) l5 S, P# R' Yinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
* X2 h# l$ K& q1 y- \$ T# bwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
0 B# U2 {* p! C5 [* O; Wso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.& r# r6 p4 Y/ {+ C6 s, e, a
We who came first and are ready to dine
( h3 k, }1 j' z: l$ }/ vthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
& A0 K* ^/ N: L, v0 Z% Y9 u1 n" `- I) z1 tbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 8 ?; X: I* L) @( \0 B, T" J) S2 w
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate." b0 ?! d d5 i: L9 E+ |8 r; O1 {
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others ( j7 K7 _: k# K9 V3 K6 j) t
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.. v: F, y4 ^) M- T! ^) s1 x" q# G
Now,
# U8 A3 _ t% d( b' dWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
+ S1 O* a6 S+ g/ _& \5 Cthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
# X0 i0 G1 y, S1 y8 M) YWe thank you for people so generous and kind% N6 t, e3 U4 I) Z
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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# [& Y4 V7 D8 }, XAmen.
