Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 2 N" U; f# a G- \& F8 Y
having transformed7 C$ l* D* F8 w0 {
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
+ C4 P9 ?; }# P% qinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
8 S% H' y: T+ |we thank you for life and we want to stay well, - z& k: m' n0 {) l+ X$ t9 {
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
: e& v4 J- P' C6 |; L* A4 W0 sWe who came first and are ready to dine! w$ A# F8 M! }. O" `8 ~) K5 C
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
4 R" ]6 u% z4 Wbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 0 e# w5 d+ y% m6 S( b* v
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.% @! R# [2 ]6 s" M
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
# ?) h# T+ I# T" i7 t- S) fthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.3 u8 i$ [3 Y! w
Now,
. c4 `# n- ?9 i" O6 F, S- V+ PWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ! l# h* B4 |8 R* t& O
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted - P3 [4 [) ~# {) Y8 d
We thank you for people so generous and kind3 M7 [+ y! N. r N
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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) K( J. d8 [: \ P; G7 PAmen.
