Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, & U2 [' C; A0 V5 U
having transformed
+ x1 _. c8 _, ?$ I% i0 Asunshine and soil and water and seed,* m1 ~; @1 K5 D6 Y$ ~8 ?$ P
into food upon which we are soon to feed, ! x1 V: w6 q5 p3 s' h& W! F8 Q
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
8 k4 r4 }# ] W8 Kso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
v9 ]: a0 Q7 D2 r- {. h$ xWe who came first and are ready to dine
9 @: H: P8 N' Q% y, Athank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
2 V3 L, U1 t& p* m: rbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, ~( O2 R! D' ^8 ]2 t
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
7 R& f, F% s7 j" gInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others ! w* ^1 \3 l0 Q! ?) j, t% x; f
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.1 J4 R" `$ J! {' s
Now,2 n: |2 b1 i2 L' g5 E; C
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted * g9 I" |& v; Q
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
/ x% w) e" f3 p8 i! }: bWe thank you for people so generous and kind8 x! U. {) T0 M8 o* S
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,# o- t" P+ B/ l- {- A) {7 l
/ w, o" c; i% e5 d- X' |4 xAmen.
