Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
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sunshine and soil and water and seed,
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we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
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6 [* c6 Z* `* Q+ x4 g$ S+ RWe who came first and are ready to dine. o, s) H* h7 V1 N7 h. h. g- U( B6 H
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
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we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate." X& s2 _7 X$ E( K
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 3 k0 d5 m% G" a
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.' b! {* O8 i" ^/ N5 e) u/ h, G
Now,
8 W% R' Z6 S. i% t. f5 A g0 aWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
3 Z" M/ p9 V8 U% a" sthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
4 | b3 M; i0 H" wWe thank you for people so generous and kind
: ~6 P ]. m& x4 F9 Y' q: \and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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% V: [" f+ f- zAmen.