Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, - q$ T& s% d7 U; Z y
having transformed! k. W9 P# C1 @. U7 y! m
sunshine and soil and water and seed,# a& N/ A& p9 v5 z
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
. i4 K3 u2 b$ ewe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
3 N3 ?. v( `: j% gso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
* ~8 J" N/ a1 ?& [1 O- Q6 U# b: d4 R0 ]: JWe who came first and are ready to dine
0 V/ E, E8 T/ C* l4 `* Y1 c7 ithank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
# u6 |" j0 E1 Fbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
; K( T1 X- _% r' _7 o$ pwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
- y& g* _( S7 GInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others $ K s$ ]5 I! e' @+ \
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers. R9 }6 j3 {( U+ l% z' C" ?5 @
Now,& s" ~: g* m2 ]! I; K; Q
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
+ a5 V2 ?/ y/ I X8 ^: i6 C8 Othe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
6 [& f9 I6 [7 t- UWe thank you for people so generous and kind
) C7 g8 D# v. D. X1 R/ e' [6 l0 sand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
1 T* \3 H* u0 d( v8 S |; S+ w% g; F" e6 ]# D# I7 K) C
Amen.