Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
: B* [% F+ U% F- w9 J, Phaving transformed7 e7 q! N+ D; L H/ @! K# z
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
" s% j5 r/ n1 p3 ?' Linto food upon which we are soon to feed,
9 P: o) u9 G, b$ Mwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 9 \7 @0 X- M! z+ l* z4 i$ e
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell." O6 d: B5 g! ]# M6 ~5 K$ n1 v
We who came first and are ready to dine( p4 G' @5 _/ E, u) H) h0 Z
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
$ Y. v4 i! H5 i$ zbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
7 n3 f' G, O' ~1 W# w/ gwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
; u# d' k+ O1 `2 h, T( B* L5 IInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
. H, w; G% A8 b) F& C# dthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
& c- r) r7 d. A+ A3 V! U6 Y9 D- yNow,7 j6 y: m5 F6 L* y) {- u
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted & O; r+ t* C! {8 m" I; |
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
8 g9 z( o8 o$ K! xWe thank you for people so generous and kind
! _# B& g" A, J: \% ^8 `and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,, n* a* p5 O. w+ q
" Y1 `* M8 a$ V' ?Amen.