Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, % ?- [! w% r* m: \5 Y/ }
having transformed' s, O, {+ ~& }, b, v R) w8 r, i
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
6 [/ s! y5 R2 v) ~into food upon which we are soon to feed,
, J- M, C& k) ~% Swe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
0 S3 B# t% e$ o" `! w" B# Z+ _( Lso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
* x' M9 b" w$ P% y/ d$ }8 ZWe who came first and are ready to dine% T' v2 l$ R1 f* ~ d) s% f. y
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, + S* Y4 m8 L* f! f
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
/ a3 P* ~$ M& X6 J6 D) C* Iwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.$ G2 D7 `( o6 F
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
. C6 o2 J3 v' `+ I: h9 J0 pthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
% h# l! W) Z/ X- UNow,
" {! s5 K4 m0 i( OWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 5 n* V. V n+ y# O. G, i
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
2 D0 Z& Q! u& ~* E# K5 J1 pWe thank you for people so generous and kind( B6 N! H7 U( d
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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8 g2 @. V- Z- O7 U- ZAmen.