Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 3 D* y0 b4 S! [& g
having transformed6 y6 p7 b2 N# R: }
sunshine and soil and water and seed,' T$ | _# n% M: ]
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 9 g6 G X4 h5 {3 s
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
. w! a" t( U- R- eso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
4 o" j8 a/ |0 |' \6 L4 tWe who came first and are ready to dine
2 K* ^& I& ?, Vthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
' l! S! a0 b: r8 s* t$ q5 }. p0 [9 Kbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
* K1 a' ?9 K4 A, u& C6 Fwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
2 r+ V0 n& W [8 x; u) \Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 3 s- ]! [/ }) M6 r' T
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.2 w8 \8 V! n A; Y
Now,+ p& n' E7 `! N' A0 \# N
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
1 b8 q+ h9 d$ p1 @! Q. pthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ( b: R' ~3 K: {. G1 }# e
We thank you for people so generous and kind. C% Z4 Q' z+ ]$ L9 v( z9 k
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,4 {1 y. w! I, e+ Z& `
1 V0 V" E% E! M+ p# e+ |Amen.