Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
/ Z' Q+ _! h$ q: @; y+ _. {/ I9 hhaving transformed; `( w8 b6 z9 @3 t( ^1 @( Q
sunshine and soil and water and seed,2 _) [, g- F {3 l9 G" {
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 2 A# D) }- l' p+ n8 `
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, ; i1 e5 x0 B) Z$ ~8 Y
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
/ y: n6 n: e7 ^/ u- D+ Q) A5 WWe who came first and are ready to dine! s0 L( B( e4 {5 C0 d, ]) a: ]+ i% G
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 9 V1 G+ q) p9 x) v' J& ^0 F
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 6 F6 U2 w# K, p6 ?% F, ^4 j
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
1 }7 Z& s6 a" {3 n3 S% fInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 9 F; `& W2 {9 @$ U. [+ B- t3 H c
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
& e. M5 A# X* ~6 i- ?6 d8 r" dNow,
5 h0 Q2 A9 h" ?0 `# n9 m5 K$ lWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted + ?* S: M6 b/ M" l
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 4 `/ a" J* q5 F
We thank you for people so generous and kind3 a6 y4 k& P" a; }
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,1 t* n$ R6 Q r7 y# m/ ] u) u. c5 K/ i
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Amen.