Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
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having transformed
; b! b5 G. v( _6 a" Y7 [; n% z% P* Gsunshine and soil and water and seed,; h: O9 M u+ m
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
3 T' j3 l9 v; ]- V7 Twe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 8 _$ A) X, b+ ]& q# s) Z3 q5 K
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
! _8 U, U. o/ ]) v! c4 O8 K& I$ qWe who came first and are ready to dine
% y0 p1 | l [, [- p& f- Jthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
7 U8 d t6 L1 f3 ^0 Gbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, H8 Y' z5 e% P" S$ `
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.! i$ A2 e% e0 ^# ]0 p
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others / @8 p z& i, ?' L" A( Y- e
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted * g V4 ^; H' v2 G5 p6 E
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 0 N4 p8 ]. T z* W2 _" K$ P
We thank you for people so generous and kind
. h% J y8 h: Q1 Z C; E1 ?and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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: H' {- ^$ m4 O( S( n+ dAmen.