Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, # ^7 N+ B# I8 M: r# ? |+ h3 N/ o
having transformed
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into food upon which we are soon to feed,
h3 G2 z# O8 t# I$ `- ~! Rwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, % G% H" g7 f/ A v
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.+ l7 h2 _0 z, r2 e" ]% B
We who came first and are ready to dine
# S* r J0 k* Y6 |' s2 Nthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
& P. f% Z+ r* x$ cbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, ( G# A3 _6 Y: b( X% R. B
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate., u9 o v9 V6 c' K* _
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
9 ? G B: _+ a3 @) `the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
9 R! N+ P( c4 mNow,
) k' ]9 v; h! T. TWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted + D. T8 [. a5 g4 V. A$ |( h! G
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
6 i& @! T8 F0 J! s0 _( M1 QWe thank you for people so generous and kind
3 C& d8 j" H3 E8 r6 e# m% ^1 ^and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.