Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 1 x* z3 ]0 {0 {) [' k5 D5 Q
having transformed
4 R1 Y" d1 e; T/ esunshine and soil and water and seed,
; t" S ^6 s- o" b8 f! Ainto food upon which we are soon to feed,
9 R0 o0 }7 Q* _. m% i6 f- R, ~we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
# R' ^( I0 N" o. [" U9 Fso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.4 o1 i; Z7 b& `
We who came first and are ready to dine3 \/ Q9 p' p3 \
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ( M9 k# E* e& I& @" M/ _7 y9 E' c
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 0 D4 z6 Z- M* q7 j
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
5 B5 m! X" F. F. w6 c' GInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
' t" \+ D0 F+ C4 h mthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
$ B1 E( n3 \3 V, ~" uNow,
/ @% k' G- ?/ UWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted & c9 \. F( J- ~4 G2 w5 Q* @
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted . f; H$ P! a3 I: G
We thank you for people so generous and kind3 _ l9 z+ ?4 Q7 {0 A% @) A
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.