Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
0 p; C2 d; ~- b4 q/ Thaving transformed
" } V& a" Q* |5 R/ dsunshine and soil and water and seed,
9 A5 z% Y7 f0 m/ d5 Hinto food upon which we are soon to feed, ; J' W+ a r1 p% o/ E. n
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
' W( g# _+ [/ |) }so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
# ~$ X3 v8 {% C* c+ I- `; lWe who came first and are ready to dine3 I# ~4 h) K0 H9 T/ t% h
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 2 ?' e# M: V% l: [# M, ?
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, " G4 ~) _9 p# G3 C
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
* f( w1 \3 Y0 L. r9 Q# XInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 1 ]- B) U6 C: @7 @7 G
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.1 u2 ]5 h6 g3 X% {# N$ w$ U% m0 n
Now,
$ H3 ?1 h* M. z s3 `1 n+ {We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 0 ~1 S0 t0 L3 _( z- E9 B* w, k' u
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
; I" `# d- X; U, F3 zWe thank you for people so generous and kind' B* E9 G% k8 I3 _) b% g& r" R
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,- n3 s$ r# o6 n
# n; [: @! c0 t/ V3 A3 ]Amen.