Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, % Q5 _/ l$ x; _5 Q( f
having transformed3 o% M* p# C/ O( q
sunshine and soil and water and seed,. g q3 ?0 C3 g# v+ U; j
into food upon which we are soon to feed, # L6 T" z% F! I, e$ l: O
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 5 j9 T4 O0 K$ T' h
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.& W+ S1 `# |* B* Z0 p
We who came first and are ready to dine
3 M! [) d- S9 d ?thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 2 A! Z" e* P; e& i2 y; M f
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
8 |7 X2 R, T- y$ ]* D C; Kwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.. y8 e( U, j% I# R5 v
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 5 ?9 g( N2 L( H: d
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.2 I; }+ P7 m- h, T% `* ?
Now,
. J7 W5 U4 x! d9 Y5 e& `, t bWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ' G2 A9 L$ G4 \% U+ u
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted / T1 I6 q7 ^, P- O" b' l+ o
We thank you for people so generous and kind
0 V1 Z- I' [* M0 r8 B9 oand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,. B; O" |5 i0 Y9 z1 ~0 s1 }
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Amen.
