Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, * H% m; O8 U, i) l7 z9 h
having transformed. r$ `8 U% @1 \, J8 R$ h! V
sunshine and soil and water and seed," d: h7 o$ r7 E9 _9 V3 v
into food upon which we are soon to feed, / D: q J [ l7 K
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
/ B; }( i, m: B4 O, s' Hso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.' x& c4 A9 P& L/ X
We who came first and are ready to dine
9 l) p& ?6 y3 }- i& Bthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ! m, u/ m, v2 @. p
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, ' k K; u) N9 G
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
+ R: M/ W: n% @8 hInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
( D1 g9 i& L6 W) z8 m$ w& Sthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
' ]: @$ ]/ B% Q# H- m+ |7 Othe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 4 y7 e: j# d2 f3 \
We thank you for people so generous and kind
: _. @5 |8 d: r( Yand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,7 l% \* ?* N1 F' W7 h
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Amen.