Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 6 e% B8 |& b; _& t& @
having transformed
; V% W0 m. f: J' ^+ s9 b% U0 d" ksunshine and soil and water and seed,5 W+ u0 @8 m" l
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
' J ` }! w5 T6 Nwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
1 K) [9 a/ Y5 b, g- j, [& ^" x Eso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
( f1 G ~9 C o8 C& z/ J# vWe who came first and are ready to dine
# g- Y9 k" ~+ S5 Z. G6 _thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
2 K7 o, ^& X8 [: T3 w9 K* Zbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, , A/ M; Q; v6 f& N0 f0 [. P
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
/ W. A" I; S4 Q6 p! _# _ }Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others * S3 A' x6 L& P o
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
7 F8 l# k6 \; K) \% Q! eNow,
, ~/ C; A3 T8 NWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 0 |) k9 K, l3 {1 S: E$ v: q |% M4 @
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
5 E! m5 U" R4 eWe thank you for people so generous and kind8 Z1 d+ Z- }" X9 e% H6 y
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
