Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
U2 O: M, u( z' W. | z7 jhaving transformed4 l+ L4 l8 m; i
sunshine and soil and water and seed,0 N8 c) q2 i. |/ p5 {
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
4 Z* y: H, g; J/ M4 r: ?we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 9 [+ \* C+ m9 e7 T
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.% o* |3 h: R* ~- f
We who came first and are ready to dine" o' t2 E! F( ?( ~; r+ g
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, + Q9 M7 w$ [* G3 c5 L4 n
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 1 Y$ d$ [2 Y$ d
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
1 k1 t4 k" ^; Y) f, Z+ I: iInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
/ G1 H, u' i( t6 athe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
/ K2 z! t2 R: y" A: l8 VNow,( U4 H( O1 j- b$ e% J7 b& \5 a
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
! t( k: T$ d( M/ f4 ~3 }the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 8 W4 d* ?5 ~0 y) Y5 N4 V
We thank you for people so generous and kind
2 z) Z5 o3 T) H" zand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,+ `) R" w5 @3 ~ ^9 d9 o4 {9 \" Y
! f! \8 }6 e4 {! w6 K( JAmen.