Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
" k% f. B/ A! h& g3 X, A% bhaving transformed
9 Z/ E+ n0 @* T% a7 _' j# r+ usunshine and soil and water and seed,
1 J3 d5 J) g8 j; `& C# Ninto food upon which we are soon to feed,
. R) E! O% d: Q% r' Lwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
. f0 a0 p: Q7 f& |' ^3 N0 Kso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
7 }2 B+ f- G0 K/ w/ K% x- pWe who came first and are ready to dine8 H. ]: D1 w4 Y) K% J
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 6 {2 D- t" K' P* I+ V1 U
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
. i' U0 K4 o- u" j3 s, r2 zwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.1 Y, d7 q8 ^! Z9 z
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
4 l, I# B4 \7 Z. v3 U9 bthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers., i2 x; n6 }# L1 X# h& e7 V. }3 H
Now,
; ^* E+ ]. @2 q/ _1 WWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 4 N7 L, k: A3 |
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ) ?) Y! Y: {8 X% G; F
We thank you for people so generous and kind. }/ j5 y% `* V. O- y U1 C/ ^
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
