Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 4 B7 v: ]' x! O" _1 ]5 J. u4 ^5 c
having transformed# B- l, Y$ M5 h6 u( D. a
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
; N) l5 x9 U/ J$ v/ X2 Z0 Cinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
- C+ o: h2 t3 D' f/ d: `we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 6 Z; @ i8 c( ]+ J5 S1 ~
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
9 w0 ^7 l. V. L0 `We who came first and are ready to dine
. m$ b W& T# d i0 }4 W; P' f" p( rthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
( d" B6 z# T" f, |9 o- ]5 wbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 1 P4 R& G( O; l: l" p, @
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
1 N( W5 e- b' ^" R1 x H6 v b% O4 z9 RInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
/ b) z, `% U h+ Q6 Sthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers." H0 G( y6 ]0 l( x. S X3 U9 O2 ]
Now,# H* C& E+ c9 A' N1 _1 t
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
& d" g F1 e. b$ f6 f* P, vthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
$ e( u* b5 Z7 [9 t. Z( AWe thank you for people so generous and kind, p' `" `7 P e3 q+ l9 w$ W! E
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,9 R5 B- R# v9 i2 C( ~- @
; u- c: v: E" {/ @3 ]Amen.