Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
; i1 z& u( r& |6 |" qhaving transformed
! ]7 R9 r4 C) T' Ksunshine and soil and water and seed,
1 r4 f6 } ^2 S2 u$ y; `into food upon which we are soon to feed, & z$ K0 O: L5 B& [
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, ! l1 u, P% _/ ~# \& ?8 Y s
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
, }5 s1 m3 x! B& H6 cWe who came first and are ready to dine
1 [% C5 s$ |% K0 Kthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 8 l; \/ _% w8 O/ C& r
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 2 O- y: p. K! y- m% e2 z; x
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.$ h* P8 g8 }- D4 u; g0 J) a0 B- O& D
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 6 p! e3 x: n$ W7 C) ?
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.4 Q! ^$ s: [' p- y; L
Now,' P. U. G/ L4 k( Q( o
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
9 w! i' o q; _3 cthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
6 e8 |$ \# K( M6 m/ |* B9 LWe thank you for people so generous and kind& ?( K! L$ X: k# V C7 H
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,! H$ |6 \* g, b
S9 ^8 b$ X0 \5 mAmen.