Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
6 N* U( l" b0 F5 b! zhaving transformed
: M8 i9 }/ k6 tsunshine and soil and water and seed,1 I% C9 ^$ S, s) ?
into food upon which we are soon to feed, 0 Y) d& B7 K$ c( Q1 O
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
4 c4 ? |# t3 o% Hso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.& x$ Q+ R* Q& B2 m
We who came first and are ready to dine) X w2 l" h- l
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, + _" ^' `) Q1 U) R% s
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, [. h, a) [( w, A2 P2 W
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
4 b- w& n" U2 JInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 4 A6 E" E& y) X! \4 n
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.! I% f' \! z0 M1 ? Z& c
Now,$ @2 ?# B# T7 j: E1 @8 W
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
9 A7 Z/ D2 B0 S* g( bthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 7 F8 P+ Q& Z# w- k7 A2 k9 L
We thank you for people so generous and kind3 G9 \2 ^4 S9 t4 y3 @" y0 e. C
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,; d! V1 L3 ~% Z; ^
9 P6 y- C9 Z; B. G8 UAmen.