Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
$ P+ J( t0 c9 o' h- y3 z# Mhaving transformed2 @8 ]! U! d6 I% V+ ]3 Y3 V
sunshine and soil and water and seed,# i% \9 V1 c6 R; d- S
into food upon which we are soon to feed, ! n5 d# m" i& I# m, U
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
0 [- M7 Y% E j; Nso we promise to rub our hands with Purell. J) o i- v' h* A, m3 ?" e
We who came first and are ready to dine
: x% n; g, }" x, H( R# \' athank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ; n$ G! g* I7 U( T6 Z
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 0 R: l) \" s2 U6 Y r3 N* o
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.. j! ~- f4 x! f
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
8 h8 f9 x2 i4 i( ithe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.5 f4 S# p/ t2 ^1 @& J' {
Now,
- U! r" S4 ^, [5 ~We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
. | K8 b* ^' D/ H) Kthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
* @& a' r9 }$ s5 ~+ p! P7 k- oWe thank you for people so generous and kind" P% F) U$ O1 p# ^& o
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,2 P g& W n9 n. T$ r4 g. ?
& u$ {% _ P3 C9 r( p' }Amen.
