Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
# q$ |- y1 H* i! `6 ] @having transformed
: v! p& S" `, d- |sunshine and soil and water and seed,
$ k* T7 c7 J) H% p6 X& Xinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
2 U! H' ^3 c0 iwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, & s. c# a0 j% p* W2 d- i# P4 q- {% y
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
1 V7 \! U" @. v: \% A9 f0 IWe who came first and are ready to dine$ x/ a2 o: \5 n( l- |6 A( i
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, $ p, _- |( A- n$ X& J
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
+ o$ Z- ?5 \2 H( Iwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
+ x& Y1 N( a F8 L5 I" c7 HInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
_8 ~& x: G$ R2 _the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
9 p7 s* O* R6 C) _4 w2 ~0 z; q1 |5 GNow,9 X& s% r! I o4 x$ r5 \/ E% }+ n
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 6 I' U0 q8 Y8 U4 ]) t6 F! M
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted + W1 l5 ]$ {6 \( V$ E' P4 X
We thank you for people so generous and kind
" y4 y3 ~% T! ~5 r! X( t/ t1 Iand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,7 r3 h: F+ y2 h; U) a( F% c
1 U9 N! N t- V: c# S! yAmen.