Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 4 W1 o0 [, i2 p/ \/ `
having transformed& ^* l3 @! f0 X4 T/ ]) E- E6 H9 f
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
# \% k8 X: ?. g+ l9 N/ H4 j+ }6 qinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
" c' i4 Z8 }: Y$ {. r/ v5 nwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 6 ]4 k8 |9 w! s
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
$ T: H f; ~9 \2 v* V* j( WWe who came first and are ready to dine/ S" U+ h8 |9 T* K
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ( U3 ^3 ?& z8 p% r1 q, X& h
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
" f1 w8 y9 ~' b! F9 E |we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.# x6 y% X, L/ m" _- K8 l
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 2 Z4 E1 K/ W4 |, M: ?: H y
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
4 M! p3 l/ n2 eNow,
( f( _: H- V: OWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
2 q1 I1 ]5 x+ B' Z! M+ C% y7 ethe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
' V$ c) z" i1 dWe thank you for people so generous and kind
3 c0 M! h6 p" p( I! t6 X+ fand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,9 h4 C$ p$ Y* ?# {
, k! V+ d6 J$ h0 NAmen.
