Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
. ]+ I( o$ l$ W. G1 o$ ^having transformed1 Y$ M K/ t# v- O
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
6 Y# t; C5 x- h6 D2 Vinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
, A3 Z% }/ Y+ O' z4 K6 pwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, ! R7 O2 q1 [& E3 V4 J# z0 T- ~
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
7 ~' A/ N* C, J3 `$ cWe who came first and are ready to dine
# F D" G' y. ^* g/ Othank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 6 ^3 s) |5 z1 j0 O& V( r0 b
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 8 G* d# p' P+ a
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
& t$ m3 _) u9 D" g8 _4 l, AInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 8 u* A7 Y* l9 F* O+ o1 r; o, E
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.$ K3 N: p) P7 J f, t% }
Now,
v- c* b3 \4 m( z; G8 \) rWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
' w& L1 K5 s7 \' V6 y3 T) M8 S) Zthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
. f; c7 B9 `2 x( H& w1 z6 v8 a6 vWe thank you for people so generous and kind$ d" H3 r3 y" X
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,$ l2 q F m$ Q# F1 T
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Amen.
