Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, # _# G1 W6 H6 }' p1 h* H
having transformed
L# p q+ \( o: msunshine and soil and water and seed,; ?: r( N& Z6 n# r8 G* R$ ^8 C
into food upon which we are soon to feed, - g! _, @2 c2 p( q" N
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, : s' T2 R. h+ {2 t7 p7 a
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
4 b+ n t( Q, c3 c! D0 d1 T IWe who came first and are ready to dine; X% y" R2 @2 I# e
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
/ E3 s0 I3 b7 B; Mbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 1 L7 Y9 {( k0 {& d! a, d! f2 A
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.1 P+ w# z7 s0 d5 z$ v
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 1 a- @' e% X3 |, a0 x3 ] E
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.: i: ?/ m4 \1 G( e" G! [% O
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
( G; W- J/ \. N: l. d r) kthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted - R! v& [$ S7 V4 ]8 H
We thank you for people so generous and kind
+ H4 m4 R- Q y0 ]& I$ O: L" x. Aand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,% p5 t |! T( _9 }( h6 t
, v' Q4 K* f, G$ ~; kAmen.