Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, ( L/ I- x9 V0 |* x0 ^$ W0 p: D
having transformed
& f b/ J, q# Usunshine and soil and water and seed,
. I# I. t& q) F! B5 zinto food upon which we are soon to feed, ' o/ G- i" ?2 R% C5 I+ X# P
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, " ]9 C8 q9 r% p5 D. }" o
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.1 m( J% h5 |. ?: c& k& Z- w
We who came first and are ready to dine
. g( ]! N7 G2 `' g4 T6 o4 T. lthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
" D2 P* R5 B+ P1 m, W6 _% ]but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
3 K1 a+ S W' e% @we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
3 ?6 Z( @% a6 k1 d- ZInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 5 c( z0 ?- n3 ?; a" I6 }: l* I' u+ M+ K
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers., ^' m- [7 v- d, h9 x
Now,
. D9 m$ \& Y& |" {, @) e+ \We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 5 ^5 {. C# w& ^/ o
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
* V6 _7 R: n$ K eWe thank you for people so generous and kind! `6 d9 |% ]8 @
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind, P# @8 k9 _5 P
/ c3 }2 i$ i3 S; GAmen.