Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
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sunshine and soil and water and seed,0 x7 ^; ]# }2 j
into food upon which we are soon to feed, * ?4 o6 ^8 N! T( ]
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, + D, e. b5 R$ d+ ^" e& A
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
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thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, , e/ o- C8 a1 x1 M: ^ E* v
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 5 i+ g y* z0 L) f: e* j
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate. P7 X* g7 ?/ C; j( v" @. D
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others # @; b5 C4 m$ F# q
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
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We thank you for people so generous and kind
# ?9 j/ f$ L6 E5 t+ uand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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" }5 r0 [2 k; T; T: f, I* iAmen.
