Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 1 t4 b1 \' \: p. L
having transformed q9 |/ H( m5 E5 n
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
2 o/ V U8 E* T7 winto food upon which we are soon to feed, 6 k/ G, P9 ~3 y) R9 u4 w
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, , f# T) E: `( l' L3 x* k' Q0 _
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.# t$ e* l9 L" r- I& y/ s, {
We who came first and are ready to dine
{8 ?# g y" p' }thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
; I2 E7 v% Y% C! e0 o! Vbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
1 ?( Z: s9 y# w+ i! wwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
u. _, ^6 w9 x* NInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
% S, ~2 z- x, e5 P. cthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted : W8 A; a" y+ y! N
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted |4 a* g; C' X- a& `) K
We thank you for people so generous and kind
4 U& @! n$ t; M+ o) y: Mand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,) p- B F( f8 v; d
1 ^( p! B" |" P3 lAmen.
