Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
$ H# p5 p- T6 P/ ?- Chaving transformed* ?9 B0 x5 F5 `$ H
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
2 K4 d- l5 |' e2 H, V9 ?into food upon which we are soon to feed,
3 H x, L3 e0 Ywe thank you for life and we want to stay well, ; g3 U, ^0 J6 t
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.# G- H0 [. f' L. t+ e/ H' \
We who came first and are ready to dine% G! X+ Y+ P7 E3 W2 x
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
- y/ t, Y+ S6 H; vbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
1 t1 j. i: D* E) O$ nwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
; S3 V" e9 v1 J) K) R* [Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others , z* z) W1 Z8 p+ T" t/ r
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.& L7 r( K5 I# k! d) m. e
Now,$ Y4 D1 N- |& R
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted # t5 j$ I) [2 F% m* G" b
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
/ `5 O. o4 H% XWe thank you for people so generous and kind' w: ^* s- g! U! a8 n
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,8 i2 F5 g, i( }/ I. A3 j6 Y/ M9 n
# U; ^9 B# n) k' r, s6 g+ [, m! s' d9 BAmen.
