Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
2 ~7 `5 V J6 |! Q2 w$ Z) T/ ?$ G0 rhaving transformed `. ]& Q. h! l. h# a
sunshine and soil and water and seed,; N# r0 R( ]$ U: ?% K2 O
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
( ?/ Z) N- `5 I5 \! p/ B$ C5 U. lwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
' @ t, R D. t& }$ Zso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
; D4 ^1 H5 j4 T4 nWe who came first and are ready to dine
Q1 g0 Y: q! s% H! R+ qthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, , X6 ?' z1 \# C: v* P" Z
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, p& c! x9 n. a* m$ r
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
7 \( I2 R/ w: R$ L1 GInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others ! p0 w" D( Q: W* E8 b* } M) H
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.4 i: ^1 D5 s5 E7 `% x; b' E% f
Now,2 g" C4 A9 |% C! J
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted * b7 P* A1 G. V, s* w
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
* ^. I3 v% \0 i/ ZWe thank you for people so generous and kind- }6 V2 d: m, j- ~7 E* { L. G. \
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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7 \$ H% G6 H. U3 }/ m! H' [6 e- |3 TAmen.
