Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, - }9 b9 i6 L& N
having transformed
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into food upon which we are soon to feed,
" n% q, u+ `, Q" ywe thank you for life and we want to stay well, $ {6 d5 K% b8 k# \* p
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
7 k7 C; m0 F0 G# AWe who came first and are ready to dine
% r7 x) @5 @# m, P' c' athank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
4 H" d6 t- L0 F! g# w& a$ ]% ?8 Hbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 7 e5 g' |9 i( @; e# e' @) c
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.5 t- A- Z% t2 p1 `1 @. X# t
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
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Now,. Q, s1 S$ c7 Y" m8 o
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
8 i' j; j- B+ B, jthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
7 P* E6 b2 [8 [We thank you for people so generous and kind4 O) B# }+ J9 ~8 }: `' D0 A
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,* f2 n8 r) S' V: g8 k& Z" S6 u" V
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Amen.
