Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
' ?, O3 H [1 |/ O8 W x- ^* Ihaving transformed3 T( y/ a9 P2 W, r& K: H. V
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
. Q' k- g! U2 R% sinto food upon which we are soon to feed, # |7 s+ n% I+ M# u4 S. _. m( H
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
3 z) H7 t: {1 ~0 yso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
6 S3 s/ g$ h# k; mWe who came first and are ready to dine" M" A9 C1 x# c
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 5 ~7 \7 G8 |/ R" A% T8 J1 S
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
2 l! N9 b+ f# i/ t& ?, twe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.' w% [0 t4 Y+ n) n. h
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
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- t) U. O2 Q( L! u6 D: A; DNow,
* N3 g6 a6 ~7 W# T$ X$ D. ~We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted $ g1 | z) Q3 G0 H7 a# ~
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ; p' \; ~) \- |4 k6 j1 u
We thank you for people so generous and kind
, ~* X- b1 a2 L7 [! ~; }and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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9 m! g: g, t% x7 r% {Amen.