Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, $ M" g+ m o- B w" p" f+ W
having transformed
4 s0 Q- K$ t* b! | psunshine and soil and water and seed,$ c) u0 W f6 |2 |
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 6 p3 n' N; C2 f' ]
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
$ [, G0 k6 ~( `2 [% C) e2 j! tso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.# H8 R8 x, t4 G# v: b6 t% q
We who came first and are ready to dine
% m/ V _# G% K( [0 l9 v) H# N' `thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
( x, L0 E( S5 c2 U. Q/ _) kbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 7 @6 ~0 B2 Z. s7 V8 C
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate. e9 C. `8 u2 |. i6 N
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others ! k' \1 z3 `+ f
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted $ m C+ N9 x# X5 w1 [1 j4 A7 {
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ) X* [8 W0 Y7 B: Y' H& a" w
We thank you for people so generous and kind
6 @! Y% b" B9 p8 f: D* `# r. Qand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,% w1 M( T1 D" V5 V- d5 F8 N
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Amen.
