Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
3 s) R7 T+ K8 |/ V# ahaving transformed
$ ]" B3 t) h. k, s( Dsunshine and soil and water and seed,
6 U* y* M: h# Z- c+ [into food upon which we are soon to feed, ( z: w( w+ y; ` _; b! k
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
1 p( a! L/ \8 w" vso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
, h% o6 h, f; C( D1 u+ ]9 fWe who came first and are ready to dine* l$ M: k! x9 _/ c0 Z- n
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, : T. R) ]4 X. F" s- x
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
, H* t' P5 e H; Swe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.7 g) [9 Q3 q1 B& n# u
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others ' i/ [9 E/ q1 L
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers./ I F9 H: G5 t4 T8 q
Now, Q1 v2 V I4 F( i/ p4 N
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
: O; }- x( C* p6 ]4 Rthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
. U) D T* q, z8 q9 g8 C, ]We thank you for people so generous and kind1 X5 d- [; o2 \: i
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,* V+ G1 z# ]! f! x% ?
6 X v& R5 O9 Z& AAmen.