Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, * \) S2 J% i; o1 P( i
having transformed
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into food upon which we are soon to feed,
" b8 d: S0 s2 `/ x% owe thank you for life and we want to stay well, / a$ E" {+ w8 V: H+ K7 L7 X
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
0 W9 O; v# L) C# G/ TWe who came first and are ready to dine
3 q* o: c% n9 H ]0 i; ]2 lthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 8 v1 v( c" t" l3 N/ F4 _
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, " l8 O2 ]. ?% _: v( k, O: G
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
) |- `1 P" c1 J# K6 n; N4 @Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
" g8 u+ i& o) ~* r& P5 ^ X; z; l* }the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.+ Q* ^; V8 l. C0 ?# u) f; m
Now,3 `3 P5 @$ p. N
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted Y1 J; }! i7 p! E# u6 q+ F
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
( x" Z& }9 O) O8 {+ V2 jWe thank you for people so generous and kind
! _; f1 J4 R8 d$ s. \and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
