Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
8 M" p u6 f; I$ \& lhaving transformed" e4 G3 N! O' M1 p6 Q
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
" _* l" {# p M( V; n4 cinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
, ?) n+ r. e" t$ G- B1 S2 ~1 ]we thank you for life and we want to stay well, ) y' ?7 v6 t5 |6 a
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.1 `! \8 N- G% _/ q0 Z
We who came first and are ready to dine
7 i! X) H' m+ m7 z0 ? S. ?. xthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ' Y0 K- d$ M& f7 Q& ^
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, $ r S4 m8 [8 d& i0 X; @; O4 K
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.* \: z3 z" A; R, H" {& x
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 6 X6 @" G: v! e/ Z* E
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers., O D/ b O" x+ K0 O
Now,
. l/ A3 ~: ]" o0 ?5 @# B# sWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted . j) n' C# {+ H Q3 V) S% i+ W
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 2 _3 _% D0 z1 F
We thank you for people so generous and kind) O- M) w! `; j5 w# A" w+ d
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,; X5 }. \- r1 g3 J/ F
7 s& x5 {1 [2 ]Amen.
