Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
: D& r% ~2 ?" J0 b/ Dhaving transformed
) F( T, T. v6 m+ \( k: c! Usunshine and soil and water and seed,
8 Y0 {- A' T$ Ginto food upon which we are soon to feed, - x) y- W+ K+ \ h5 A) m
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
% a+ F; p4 F+ }9 ]; n% ~0 ]8 bso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
: j& [/ B( \$ tWe who came first and are ready to dine
) w, q8 @( n3 lthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
. s- o1 l6 W: e7 C7 O1 @" |8 d' H9 [but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 8 a |/ L! s3 k* f) V& C5 E
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
5 g2 F6 S7 q/ E7 v) M" UInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others ; e/ ?. l3 r, f1 D
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.* `7 I) V, [: C; j1 b$ h) S! z' e
Now,
' ~; c& w# r0 E, z$ I6 cWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
! }; u& D+ h: n5 Xthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
; i0 O# {( l4 V8 d. H8 k4 QWe thank you for people so generous and kind
& s# U! f. X4 |+ b% Vand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,6 Q7 C& `2 C: y6 s3 a8 ^+ f
# i5 P* L2 C0 @; s9 U' ?" o/ P% MAmen.