Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
% Q7 F1 S! n) L5 W2 N; Phaving transformed
" q- a. `/ ?, {8 F' h+ ]" x7 K: Y5 \sunshine and soil and water and seed,$ M7 u$ V, k; k$ J( L/ W2 ?
into food upon which we are soon to feed, ( Z4 @. I* H+ t; m. B1 t
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
7 L7 o# N6 s, ]! l Nso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.. m: E c: i+ p8 r0 x9 |8 U
We who came first and are ready to dine" B" V. r! t3 o- S( R1 Q
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, + a% u5 Y- @0 m) t) t& Q7 ^
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
/ M3 K, X1 z7 s; z! a6 ]we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.3 D; v( l! s9 v8 R$ L6 ~ }7 J
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
. f" g$ O% D7 S# _* H5 p# Sthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
5 j1 J( f4 k( z2 {% J7 f7 \4 SNow,6 u- e2 u) Q9 R' O
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
& m8 n& {; ^* M- V) zthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
, \9 s. w2 s2 y* F* C; BWe thank you for people so generous and kind; w2 ^3 _4 q2 L
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,' z$ j& O. e5 j( h$ R
9 w! X( ^2 [! K% O" ^1 aAmen.