Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 2 \ P. W$ M+ S1 F8 ^- v
having transformed) r) u% L) t' F8 j! ~
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
1 g( |& g9 x* L: N1 kinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
& O$ h5 W7 W7 h* ^8 B* Bwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 7 Q0 N, g9 p3 G3 Y0 T
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
2 Y* h; p: K: K% \; L' D& J# m: WWe who came first and are ready to dine
* O" }* J5 r4 ^* r1 C2 C9 u @thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, & h1 @" c. L5 K
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
" _' \: r# ^ f* b3 ?' a, Zwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
: R0 B( d4 I6 d/ r6 A, Q3 ?Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
; Y- z( r, X% d+ y) G5 J" athe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
. J& J/ |; m. t: |6 d7 sNow,
; G3 L' L9 l" R$ s/ \/ D. C, aWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
; _( E& S. N& i* q- ^! R1 Lthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
$ {+ F8 f3 H. ?5 N, BWe thank you for people so generous and kind# n5 {5 S' W, J( E. {
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,- @* s$ `$ o% x' p% W+ Y
$ o( }$ S3 @' g8 P% y. E; Y9 DAmen.