Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
" o; G" G* s. a9 i' Thaving transformed
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into food upon which we are soon to feed,
! H0 k2 n9 e: O6 V4 Kwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
I4 N* K% B% I7 S% K! U# tso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
& L( W" s- v* u& g. G uWe who came first and are ready to dine4 |0 M) [! a$ Q+ |9 v
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
' `1 |5 i6 p9 z4 D" ^but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
- u9 ?/ W7 J3 I3 Mwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
1 X" L% E" r9 KInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others - I* E. D: }: e1 _
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
/ D4 x) L0 W0 G; m# sthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
# k+ U) J$ ~ _2 rWe thank you for people so generous and kind( C) Q2 I" ]) _; ]- ~2 u* ~
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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+ L {( H. h, oAmen.
