Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, + d8 u0 l! w/ J6 D! |; M& Z7 ~8 i
having transformed
+ h+ Q0 @% j" t7 Tsunshine and soil and water and seed,
: @3 U' h' a( D/ einto food upon which we are soon to feed,
7 G* x# ?* s% `+ u, r% uwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
* ?7 A1 a" q4 hso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.# [$ g) s0 U2 e" h+ ?1 b
We who came first and are ready to dine
" b+ M6 k9 }6 ~6 y$ ]& O; A! Lthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
( }. ~; K3 c+ e9 s* E: Ibut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, % }% e/ B/ d/ X# J. q0 b
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate. {- Y9 J7 k& {7 Y- r/ i$ R) N
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
5 ~: r0 O* d6 O6 c/ fthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
' ?, n9 {% z' f: PNow,
: Z4 C5 o7 K: x$ u" wWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 4 W2 x+ j" P( p! j3 S; x
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted + N8 F4 v: z; L# D& G- f8 ?5 g' e0 {
We thank you for people so generous and kind
# S# Q3 S9 t! Aand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,' ] n/ ~# l; z" [% a
) D; d, s; z4 G' u8 {' GAmen.