Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
# J% X/ p0 m9 D0 Z& u* z$ jhaving transformed
3 E6 x5 M$ y, W6 ]2 a( M! t7 ^/ Ssunshine and soil and water and seed,9 u2 E3 K& w% \/ E( Q2 F2 a
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 6 }: M2 ~# w1 ^8 F. {; u7 z$ U" H6 z
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
7 d* o3 u, r) B7 W p4 T: S$ D5 Gso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
3 A2 c! V' X3 J0 y: OWe who came first and are ready to dine2 ]& d/ b! }+ I3 e5 [+ ~/ V
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, & B9 {& \+ _$ G' V
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, ) o6 r# F6 ]5 L# i) I J
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.$ t7 X2 V, u5 V# h: b
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
* B* Y! G1 o" c+ Cthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
; K$ h! {* F% dthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ' o" w; M) U# z9 \. O
We thank you for people so generous and kind
. |: m4 t. U0 z+ e M5 Rand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,1 T) H6 L" J z: I
4 G& |6 ^3 P. q2 ^9 ]# pAmen.
