Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, ( P# E; X$ S/ l+ F
having transformed* `9 Y3 k, F. m; |+ d; _2 z% Q1 i
sunshine and soil and water and seed,) B7 C6 c+ k5 P
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
4 ?1 B9 E3 r; _3 Rwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
* S& a8 q0 ~$ V+ J! cso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
+ w* Y/ s: E9 {; y6 pWe who came first and are ready to dine; p+ @$ Z7 j& B. K* A
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 0 ]' O- x5 G1 X. S+ H+ e% x
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, $ ~9 w& e9 z9 x u; r+ R1 T
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.- b3 I7 b' T: ^1 K
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
! ^( j4 a% J& W5 V6 Othe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
9 X3 X% O* J8 j& V( yNow,' w( k8 ~2 G% ?/ L4 z
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted & {9 t, L$ s9 T8 p2 u
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
- r% a' L- |" [1 Y3 a) R: hWe thank you for people so generous and kind" E% A0 r9 y3 d' M. R0 X; w: z
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,0 l4 ^' `+ [$ R. p) b
5 B1 x! ~+ r; l! m4 WAmen.