Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
R) |6 g# D' P% n3 ^$ ~having transformed1 k5 z( t4 [1 b8 ]% N. C: Q# j
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
$ t% x$ o; e" R" L2 {into food upon which we are soon to feed, 0 P3 V6 ?- z: x7 Q7 b
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
' A: k7 E: O9 Eso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
2 c( B2 @6 i: J; W4 p* L8 HWe who came first and are ready to dine9 _& ~! I" ? i5 P) h* W
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
% I* V2 I( X) e2 [7 @but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
1 O# z$ p5 e$ e# y& F' y& E' d/ Cwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
3 A4 ^; d/ f0 T. Y5 f1 L8 V; H0 SInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others " X9 e$ E8 `0 V1 ?9 B) a) B
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
1 |* @" O, ]: L, o# S) W4 Kthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ' a( q( a) |# ^8 C
We thank you for people so generous and kind. m* n; Q) A5 G. \) K; n% m Z/ w
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,, q/ o9 F! Q. F) c% o
! `( F7 \( q" t) |5 R* N9 H5 UAmen.