Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
9 [- ]( F3 m2 ghaving transformed
9 G2 y) s! x- O# E* ]. osunshine and soil and water and seed,) E( f1 A- e v# o3 n
into food upon which we are soon to feed, $ O5 L6 ?; F1 ?; ]+ E7 [
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 2 u5 }0 P) w" e( v! u
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.% L- ?4 W* z! H1 N+ u; Z
We who came first and are ready to dine
- t- T) R) T9 rthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 0 f4 V8 _# M0 }4 n# [7 c
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 3 v! s: n( U0 y9 \0 ~0 K% q
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate., B# |4 k6 f! h9 B
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others % w8 }+ e8 G5 B3 R1 Z8 V! ?
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers., i) E1 l6 z* H
Now,, y( V( z0 v+ k6 d: L( _; _
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
. |% }# g5 E) v* kthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
& ?3 k) B% x' C% cWe thank you for people so generous and kind
3 L0 o0 }3 {) f7 L; Y" ^) G8 vand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
7 r1 @* v& j( p: n# L1 N" @9 i) n2 s9 z2 @( `
Amen.