Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, * H3 m# ~2 B/ e, a( O$ U" s. E
having transformed
G R; R7 \6 r! O( rsunshine and soil and water and seed,& ^7 B9 \+ W2 ?8 k+ i% O9 u
into food upon which we are soon to feed, " Y9 z9 }9 ^: A. X* a5 S+ q
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 8 A5 {8 Q$ s( M7 k# d3 m/ i
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
# W7 x: ^. X! }4 J) M! LWe who came first and are ready to dine& W: H$ `1 b7 l& \
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
a7 s; i+ d8 c0 @( I$ ^but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
7 B* c5 S# N: I) n# t5 `! _: @we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
# S+ Q' P1 r2 p; k+ q& XInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
3 H! e9 W3 u2 C# R9 V# Y+ ithe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.7 [/ H+ h. _# q C+ \
Now,
$ l( D1 d3 C$ ~We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted " m$ r$ c. M8 @! q8 S3 I; @" X! H
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted $ `# A* n+ v+ p" z
We thank you for people so generous and kind9 F- I' X1 \. Z7 g+ R
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,- j* V {5 f1 g: [ M
) t# e2 W e! X' K1 X: K( }. W# aAmen.
