Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, " o, e) {. A; {8 y `9 [' t
having transformed
' {7 Z4 S9 R. `2 r% Dsunshine and soil and water and seed,% z; H( }0 f; }
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 5 V8 p( d f. m& x3 c9 s; P
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 8 s0 F8 w8 i/ b5 G0 D, Y$ M
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.. F+ C6 t9 P6 t/ o& @! i
We who came first and are ready to dine
, R6 C& F$ b- l: [9 gthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, . S# i* J' [3 ?/ \$ r3 z* W
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 5 Q6 [' ?! W- X$ [ }
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.0 L9 J6 M7 {. i) l. p- [- y/ J. M, ~
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others - b4 ^9 s! |+ W) B5 x
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.* N3 |( g; z, s( c8 |4 H- O& C
Now,
) K% v& R: ?$ lWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
1 [+ Q: M3 I, T5 Athe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ( _4 B9 y# `) N( ?, t
We thank you for people so generous and kind
7 r/ J0 ?. k6 L. u; G$ e0 iand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,2 l; J7 A; n4 t! \% j0 _
" b5 ?! \" @. Z3 Q* }Amen.
