Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 0 x9 a1 C9 t# A8 c
having transformed
, f. q: w8 Z1 l1 {" Tsunshine and soil and water and seed,; g3 ? r0 x" ?
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 5 a7 }2 R# Z- u% ^+ P+ W$ G" ?* c
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
3 s' g2 \: N, ]so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
9 w d! G; [3 o0 x# oWe who came first and are ready to dine+ F$ t3 [( E% D2 t6 \
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, + W' i3 Q9 D% f' n8 J
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 8 Q) X- l* h f' v: ?
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
8 x$ |+ V% O6 @: A7 {Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
$ N, T, b% p. athe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
8 V1 H+ w' _" v" J& D6 WNow,
/ C* y7 I- X2 W+ w$ s$ g% SWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ) }. X1 }7 g& ~6 V
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
5 w$ s: Y9 M; f( gWe thank you for people so generous and kind4 u& {( W" j( d7 x4 x
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,; F/ v' C9 h( u/ W1 [$ V
0 F- K4 M& w2 V& LAmen.