Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
, k8 h+ Q5 y8 r- u+ h7 q& O; l9 X3 xhaving transformed" D/ Y9 f4 \/ h: a. c' a
sunshine and soil and water and seed,' d8 m: w* s% _1 q" p4 r) J
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
1 C( w8 e) Q; l( _7 v3 F bwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
/ z, `: f. `5 J& |. D( Sso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
1 N: Y2 F0 y) f7 p- ?$ cWe who came first and are ready to dine3 o8 y7 p4 G8 ?% i. R. z* x
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 9 z; l! N6 F9 q1 n) L
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 2 U' Y) {/ w' O! Q& s/ k, k
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
7 m- ~8 K+ J- X( x- HInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
% M- {& }. g. N! tthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
4 X& V k/ j( O; QNow,- W& M4 H+ B- }4 H1 ~/ c
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
# H5 M. s6 ]8 J3 H" U8 hthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 7 k h" M4 o, t
We thank you for people so generous and kind
& ?! g9 M1 Q3 r* f) X: qand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,6 j5 L! G8 ~# a1 |; P+ n9 I
2 `/ m# h& O" e \5 L& pAmen.