Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, , U( |+ c' M) m, v! m. V i! d( K# p0 D
having transformed
7 h! S; c3 k, A7 ?/ n H8 hsunshine and soil and water and seed,3 x6 S+ t# e' n" u" {. i9 s7 J
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
5 m m& e" Q$ l2 k: d$ _we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
9 [, v2 w* T/ J* ]% ^6 e0 Q4 U6 nso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
* ^% w" e- U( G! H' ]* EWe who came first and are ready to dine
4 {5 q) \- b0 t4 i8 O4 b; ythank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 2 u, L2 ^+ {4 U' O1 j2 k: y
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
1 ?' @- N$ O. c4 P% _3 _we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
, w& \6 x/ G5 J- g: q/ AInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
% {: g# F2 s Z% ?. h+ r' E; tthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
7 T5 b" O, G* }: m1 T+ a$ DNow,
$ p' M4 c# k" V3 i2 w: I8 @7 Q0 uWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ' `. }6 _, n7 k
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 8 ^3 ?% a: r, m; K& Q
We thank you for people so generous and kind# M0 o7 H, t( c) g; x9 [
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,- L, N3 @( z3 j, {% \; w! m
8 m+ D" o% L+ w. u; ]0 ?! [. G" E/ @Amen.