Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
/ v- ^/ X/ p: S. p6 G: z- }having transformed
! P3 M {$ X' F4 F3 \sunshine and soil and water and seed,
# ?7 R; W. R( T3 C" s- Uinto food upon which we are soon to feed, - z3 f0 k' ^8 ^( {2 |2 Z, U, Y
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, ( y0 j9 `! c% a( m+ D0 ]2 {
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell., V( O3 L% _* W8 r
We who came first and are ready to dine7 [: q0 \, q' U
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
' X- [8 y# @4 v7 d- g- y" pbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
4 a7 u! K: G) ?+ I" _we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
s9 d; {9 n! l/ AInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
- C7 K; o7 L- Q* w' ~9 V u3 A9 n1 othe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
: i0 ~% l5 j9 W4 h5 gNow,
" c P8 h1 A3 H2 e' jWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
8 z# G+ }/ x+ S: f3 k+ ~the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
0 `+ x' u" k: r) p. A( S2 z( ?We thank you for people so generous and kind* L1 U$ K' A6 B! V
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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$ W! Y9 m: @' S: BAmen.
