Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
$ |# R: _+ B3 a& Khaving transformed9 i1 s @. k) U2 ]2 a5 |
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
' g' ]* ~/ L) w Y3 y# u: e; L) | Z) {into food upon which we are soon to feed,
; {) _. u; \8 x, c \we thank you for life and we want to stay well, : B, N( S9 g( ]/ E) s/ I* X
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell., V8 @; U- t9 Y6 C0 F( c
We who came first and are ready to dine! v s# `; R* s% c- M' U
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
2 W2 g- {8 x1 H. _; X7 zbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 8 c+ \% `# S! N/ D' t+ b' t) p
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
# x7 J9 Q1 [9 ~Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
6 v, l2 D3 [: ]4 O4 ?the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 8 e- A" K! r$ s9 g$ X _3 m# w
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
7 M1 `$ l! I- A V4 NWe thank you for people so generous and kind; J( j: b) D: O# Q3 ?& T
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,* Z; w: q4 y, G' X
6 r4 Y6 g5 z# rAmen.
