Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, # ]/ A/ F3 A, V! \0 I9 J
having transformed- I# Y( R! R) c S# j
sunshine and soil and water and seed,, U$ r" C' p! e q: M
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
8 O0 {/ `: v: T) a3 }+ B0 Lwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, % u, g4 L( ?9 [; y" @) k$ C; ]
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.' k6 B) Y8 i- M6 X4 `1 e
We who came first and are ready to dine1 I9 Z: {9 `' k# V6 l/ A( v! j/ |9 L
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
+ b2 j! m; y( V( a2 W, w; E" abut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
& z$ W& P) p1 y* x7 Mwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate., G$ g, A7 V8 t6 ^% x# M
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
8 O% v0 k1 x; P8 nthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.1 t) V8 J* N: s. F$ u; F" J
Now,
" y2 b5 ^ B m- aWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 6 A2 ^" g. ]) j' U$ P4 u5 \4 H
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ; m2 |$ N( m* V. W' t" X6 Y
We thank you for people so generous and kind, }/ l3 ^: G' b$ A
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,5 ^ V( B& |9 V; b% D2 J2 e) H4 n
7 g k) g( e$ \( x6 i- p5 c8 t WAmen.