Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
) d e* h( `2 o. b+ i2 ehaving transformed
# X1 `6 v% `! L3 H8 P+ j' }. m3 r6 gsunshine and soil and water and seed,, I7 u& w1 h" j( o# S6 i# L
into food upon which we are soon to feed, ; _5 {/ f$ D1 O! e0 \
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, ; o6 Y/ v! m, D$ e9 F8 T
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
8 D: w' Y% y% l3 _We who came first and are ready to dine4 d5 u4 {* q& L# | K: j( d: S
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, # I8 k4 N; ]3 h0 ~/ }4 z
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, ) z! J1 @0 v5 }6 l7 L
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
2 `5 G7 C; k, N- d' a3 _8 l j% TInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
: ?0 S. a& f( u$ X& Z$ t- h+ q, Q' g3 Qthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers." L% _( r, F5 C0 @+ a9 {
Now,, G5 |/ F6 p- C- X& U# E1 v p
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
: F" B/ H/ |! J, H6 E" S$ Y7 @& Xthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted - E: t. r4 G% @7 J/ Z
We thank you for people so generous and kind
( i7 s# f! \! dand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
