Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 3 P6 g6 q, M2 o4 [' ~. @1 {
having transformed: D' A. l8 {5 I$ j4 j) P% ~! c$ P
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
8 a! E6 f6 M1 Zinto food upon which we are soon to feed, 5 E' d! [; q, G+ O; J0 U
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
) M8 U# `+ O3 u+ o, o: Qso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
4 D; F- q0 X* m, g# _5 mWe who came first and are ready to dine. A3 P5 j- S i4 w
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, " B' a d m: O3 r
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, ' x+ _: q1 l3 C m$ X% g% q, J
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
% M- F4 p6 n3 G& f# _Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
' r2 E# o# I( b+ e) dthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.; E( \6 a' I7 m3 j; x
Now,- V4 M6 b+ g% l5 Z& e3 g: @3 w$ e
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 1 P2 F; V* |. U
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 4 [' t) {6 m% u8 P, y/ F" f. t" [
We thank you for people so generous and kind
; i) s; G9 j$ X, ~4 Sand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,$ `( S' e/ K. q5 ]
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Amen.
