Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 1 r; A, Z i" O' M1 d
having transformed
) [( ^9 M. T/ F6 o3 e4 Gsunshine and soil and water and seed,) _6 @6 O0 `9 N* c
into food upon which we are soon to feed, $ G5 B7 ?7 E# j' { x7 U
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
( ]& M4 b# t# D+ v( y' uso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.1 ^; n; n- ~' @) F& L$ K
We who came first and are ready to dine
N' H8 Y n p. @" r4 P! ethank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
1 L0 E% Y6 A1 T2 Y/ Y) {. h" V$ J, {# Cbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, * M8 |5 w5 P7 [; J5 G6 s! Y
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.+ i9 W3 Q5 S3 V2 G* j
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others + {2 V. s* F' r
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.7 N9 ?( _" t' ?* H
Now,
; T; w- R* j( t9 g" s3 B# aWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ) ^# y5 o" p5 g/ w" Z
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted & N* a+ h9 a, Y g8 R# ~. J2 _
We thank you for people so generous and kind& b+ u; N# y' D4 r9 Y
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,! k8 V- q s& e9 k Z+ C4 R
+ G# L4 {$ @- A5 @' ~$ T+ X. K: rAmen.