Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
7 m* ?: {! Y% i6 Shaving transformed) k7 p+ u S1 w5 V
sunshine and soil and water and seed,' { i: C- d$ W9 Z3 ]1 o
into food upon which we are soon to feed, ( z/ O) q, c/ S3 a* P) e' u c, m
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
5 C n2 c7 e, fso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.3 j* {2 V' |1 v9 t1 x$ G
We who came first and are ready to dine
8 c5 W- m. e7 O# R/ b# `9 othank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
/ C8 F8 D" m/ v7 abut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
% l8 l5 h5 i4 d9 \we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.6 m/ F2 S, w/ _8 d
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
; [2 S W6 s6 D) W2 r. t7 p9 nthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.8 W6 b" k# r9 y- p! W% p
Now,
. R% _3 G. k+ J# {1 m# f: ]We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
3 B. C6 r0 |" b m0 [the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
6 P7 Q6 L0 a% D% LWe thank you for people so generous and kind; Q3 H$ i# V: p7 X6 [: n& T& R" a2 _
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,2 p! J8 Q* K: C" m/ Y+ K4 T
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Amen.