Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
) T. z+ G8 n! @2 q$ D4 \having transformed
7 k, n, }$ [0 v. G" l2 V2 B9 y/ n1 A7 isunshine and soil and water and seed,
# M) G6 z4 X- L* dinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
! I* A6 P, e* W# x6 wwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
/ J0 y2 x/ d' [5 w$ P' [( m9 b7 eso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
4 b* g$ w! |: Q) D( O1 PWe who came first and are ready to dine0 l4 n2 T; m2 m/ T& d
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, ' h) p# G) K7 h3 E' b" \. H
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, - Q" L$ ]: u9 w) |+ O8 W
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.5 Q0 v* q* f% [3 m- M
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others + f! z, H5 m3 \$ v2 }
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.4 ?8 j; B, W T, k; A6 W% y' G% b
Now,' l" F" c/ v: T
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
I$ O! n _; ythe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ' u& o9 n3 D+ g; X2 _) J
We thank you for people so generous and kind7 m; I# ?9 |" T) ] n
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,3 _3 W1 u4 K7 s6 t" X
' j, k6 x1 z7 Q/ f* B& q4 pAmen.