Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
x6 h/ [% {; Ehaving transformed
: Y! r9 W* o; G0 xsunshine and soil and water and seed,
0 a5 o9 R$ O6 B# m) Qinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
" J4 ?. b$ v& ~$ Y3 jwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
) u, ^/ ~" b" @so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
0 X' y) ~: i- h$ jWe who came first and are ready to dine2 V# w+ J3 ^3 K3 g6 p7 f. h) U, f
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ( n& X: u7 a+ `
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 6 A9 E& x( F3 {+ w, x! I/ |$ i
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
( |: I0 b; j! _3 o: {Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others $ G5 K e' ]! n' W% D
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
: B* M8 T1 j3 w$ R' Q! _' G0 R, eNow,# i8 a. R9 v2 }5 u
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
5 W6 V' I; I, J9 R2 K) l Zthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ; p* w0 u- @2 `" J* [
We thank you for people so generous and kind, H; o( H$ ]1 C4 z/ ^
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,3 q& Y! o$ T6 p, Z2 L9 h D
3 ~2 H0 V1 u7 i; b7 rAmen.