Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
5 I& X, @9 i6 P, I7 E, t. \8 Lhaving transformed
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into food upon which we are soon to feed, ( U5 @* l+ N2 P; |7 H& K
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
. }, B6 D. n" Oso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.+ E! S$ z3 ?: [5 ?- X$ ~$ M
We who came first and are ready to dine, r0 G1 T2 |1 H2 r J2 p. T. }1 ?/ H
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
! _- \8 `- z3 x2 {$ Q: L, T& ~8 f) [but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 2 C9 {+ \5 P, X0 H( O0 Q
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate." K! j" b7 k' W9 a4 R
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
! o& l% X" z' M! N( Lthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
; J s! Z" P. `# othe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
+ X8 Y! Z! C& YWe thank you for people so generous and kind
; x2 {& s" ?* {5 Z8 iand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,1 s# y- g* U* r( l% ^
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Amen.