Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
9 u `8 i- V g: k' Ihaving transformed9 X3 J9 e; T: i3 d
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
3 H4 H( {6 R* C" I0 Ointo food upon which we are soon to feed, , R# H- F' } s" }3 o/ R. _5 d
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
7 A* D3 E0 s( x; \$ |1 [" f/ b- Pso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
- ?2 r0 q8 @9 Q5 E/ }" W QWe who came first and are ready to dine
' [3 i1 R7 S+ L/ U `' n5 {thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
3 f; Y1 e/ n6 F( L5 nbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
7 W' u; a6 g6 T" p% x( {we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.5 w5 G/ R$ e6 U7 h" h7 x. S" \4 W
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
' a# G# I0 V+ L" t7 w- Nthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
# S9 O& u# p+ J! ]" Y! v2 Z: B/ a& JNow,
! b9 f% {' o; ^; i) zWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
. w, G# m% ]7 K4 }9 @6 g$ w$ fthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
# m6 ]# }% {3 S; z* u1 x$ vWe thank you for people so generous and kind
7 i/ S( Q) p' ?2 J9 xand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.