Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 3 ]% m+ W8 R. _, q3 n5 b, L
having transformed) b% t( Z. V! y% ^2 S! K8 x+ W- [
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
: H4 F0 a: B9 Q1 V1 cinto food upon which we are soon to feed, 0 A- T# N5 L( F6 L. x
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
4 j2 w: o- G8 M- [/ r6 @8 _so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
9 x: q' i, s) f* w& L6 Y7 mWe who came first and are ready to dine
- }3 S5 f, P7 M! Xthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
. U. U# o3 Z1 a3 g8 K5 Ibut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, : D+ k p3 | ^7 Q/ v' R
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.: |( i+ x! C' O- k( g& q/ \
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
8 q$ M2 ?* A* @the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.0 t& U2 m8 `8 B7 S! X2 ~, ~
Now,
+ R4 \/ K4 q: V3 X; k+ bWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
3 o6 r P# I5 S. m( B6 H: \ W$ Cthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ; E! _4 {* V( P# ^" W
We thank you for people so generous and kind, d% b9 u6 J0 {/ x
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.