Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
+ c0 u/ B0 k, g @) |. Nhaving transformed
* I1 v2 j5 @# h6 ~( {8 C1 [sunshine and soil and water and seed,# d" S% F4 O' N ]4 {. y+ T ]. @
into food upon which we are soon to feed, " G [$ J' C" \) u2 U; k- Z
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, ' U, P/ a. T; D+ ?$ W* [! J
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell., a7 H5 {! X" b' P. X8 ?
We who came first and are ready to dine9 v* v; x* A* F+ y+ O9 _: `
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
0 ~3 S4 |2 G( a; G4 t8 a' Z C, cbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, - f) i) H$ l# N/ |7 v8 p( e
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.+ n0 q9 q' v/ \3 f( e
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 7 T( b: B& S2 @
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
% H( [/ y) `: X# zNow,
" p B! a4 p3 ^0 i3 J7 [. z- YWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 2 n1 S( F: T, ]; J
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted & X6 h* F% y1 V& R
We thank you for people so generous and kind
% c8 {- T) u/ c7 xand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,* S$ T9 f7 k; P9 m5 x7 b u
/ U3 y$ F+ p* a" hAmen.