Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 8 j6 O5 X1 H5 ]) i' Q
having transformed- s# K# d) U: n9 N; K2 \
sunshine and soil and water and seed,5 \6 q, D, L$ f8 ]; Q9 A: j) @
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
: f" B. _& N, vwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 3 R% p6 Y! z- V7 L; v8 Z! C
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.# \6 k* z, I+ s8 E: y
We who came first and are ready to dine, D& U+ X& @& i
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 4 S7 s, a: ?. W$ D
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
. A d; l( {9 Twe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
, a8 `! R" h7 r( b8 g$ IInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 1 G( f9 j8 v) J9 N; Z8 L
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
+ c5 z% |0 q( k; C9 iNow, B4 C# W. H6 A! e( n( \: r
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
- q3 \8 R. s- F. w$ Qthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
% G% @, i$ ?( S3 L) K0 bWe thank you for people so generous and kind \3 I9 A |+ J; B8 w
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,8 x5 ]; P9 M$ W/ q
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Amen.