Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
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having transformed
$ f( s6 [/ o; y# tsunshine and soil and water and seed,: {9 j* A7 W/ N# b3 x$ r2 J% R
into food upon which we are soon to feed, / W4 h. T) G; i3 X
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
: t1 n6 \1 o/ V7 m, wso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.. l" f: l1 J# m8 _ {
We who came first and are ready to dine
* i+ Y$ O. T: V. P3 Bthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
; o% O/ h1 B4 ?4 I* c" lbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
( H, c* A* o4 e0 rwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.* h( L, W9 W4 N1 i* o9 |
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others * I' L9 y6 J5 d3 N8 q% J- L1 O
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
( t( Y# t$ S2 X- M( ZNow,
0 V0 m; I- @4 `. MWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
! | M/ \" j3 ]+ [' Nthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted }$ G J- L, o; R: y
We thank you for people so generous and kind
a4 Z1 S, Y9 E/ m( y# dand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
