Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
. C& v$ e0 w4 g1 x2 V% H8 D1 }having transformed
4 ]5 o" I) @9 M, U( A6 k. ~0 v/ ksunshine and soil and water and seed,: M" q3 N/ b6 S( A0 l4 z4 }
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
9 d8 E d @" H$ ^we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
/ ?1 `1 R% u$ }8 i1 K, _so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
* @# Z N3 y8 g6 L# O# lWe who came first and are ready to dine
E. l# t" X1 j- F4 d9 Nthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 4 X) ^1 R6 h9 i ~- `& ^ r" }
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, ( m+ _2 o7 r, J c8 V/ F3 f
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.. j6 F- @, E; n9 G% R" q6 N$ E
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
7 L1 I1 C- u& O1 L+ Jthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.3 ~6 u9 k' c, D2 f3 u
Now,, I$ P" P5 o: Q7 l, u& X1 |
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted . ~: @8 W2 k4 }0 c3 Z; o- t
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
0 a1 ~2 t# B* b* n% k9 h# F/ QWe thank you for people so generous and kind
! A/ h/ D$ _/ |( u! m' y$ W; jand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
