Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, ) j8 m2 f( o, |
having transformed
2 R* k# @# s: }9 M) [, rsunshine and soil and water and seed,
6 D& @: W( G7 F' H; W# @into food upon which we are soon to feed, % ^2 Y E+ k) G
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
5 d, v( g/ Y$ v: ?: Z' | _ b8 I% e+ ~so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.! |( d5 k: Z$ L! o# ~/ ~: P- G
We who came first and are ready to dine0 t a* Y4 D/ Y% t1 M8 q7 u0 j
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
* s; g% A9 H1 f6 ~3 l' o! m$ fbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 8 ~1 _. \' J% S! ?4 X# g
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
$ J2 r4 N+ c* ^5 q8 L# h$ y% A* V9 mInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others ) c( z* l( e: [4 ~
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
2 K4 e/ N: e* \" yNow,1 P: O" e) R( {4 F- ~" J
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
( G. e+ J1 t5 d# ~: g5 Z; fthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
( x7 R- J' B z$ k- qWe thank you for people so generous and kind
. ?; n# S: M- J8 mand thanks for all blessings in body and mind, S; f! q8 |# f7 K% N; f
: V* z+ N' B; [) _9 j: C
Amen.