Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, y9 a" d) I* R6 Z* z
having transformed
! R! u& u7 ~/ Q. _- Csunshine and soil and water and seed,3 A. C' L0 x+ s! z- I, `+ N% }6 P
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
3 q3 J7 r- h. bwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, v' L9 `3 t& b. H
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell., W, Q. i2 }% k4 M/ p4 K
We who came first and are ready to dine
- a, ^. F6 @7 E ~* Bthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, . H- x! u. |8 Q! _& `+ b
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, & x+ x' P7 c* R0 D/ b8 ?" Z! }
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate., I* ?6 o1 r9 q, o1 _
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
4 y. {4 O+ d* y ]& C$ athe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.5 K0 f1 L5 Z. N; S; y, O
Now,' i/ R8 |" }% v7 A7 l
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ! O! m" A% Y: h4 P+ H. W7 }
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 0 w3 ]# L! x' [- U$ S0 [
We thank you for people so generous and kind
4 S N8 J7 I- S3 Y4 band thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
# e" l7 l" J0 |! p! B7 w
0 }7 b, {8 Y/ R9 X* N+ WAmen.
