Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, + f( D/ s5 {: w0 S( `
having transformed
* V3 w Y- Y& {, Z( j: _sunshine and soil and water and seed,
2 ]2 q5 u+ s3 Pinto food upon which we are soon to feed, . |$ o& ^' I2 c! v: f2 X3 `
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, ( j% @/ W- P3 |: d2 a% V6 O
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
$ ]* u* R, r# A! [We who came first and are ready to dine
. {# m- I1 X5 R6 \- |, vthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 0 }' C1 a" p2 d' H
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
; ^1 o7 h, x3 G: {$ gwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
- \5 W" ^# ~# E. Y0 ~" p% LInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 9 O9 }1 `2 j) H, U) L
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
' r7 w8 G& G/ z. qNow,! ]3 {" C& _9 H3 e% G9 f+ ]2 _6 F: J
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
5 P# r/ S8 S- p. t0 [4 W8 P/ p/ Qthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 7 N; H( D6 K$ [
We thank you for people so generous and kind, k ^% u* @- F5 N' ^" l
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,4 x. }% w& f& c/ b2 W1 \+ h
3 ~' F5 _8 B! t$ e: \7 `Amen.
