Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, ) p! Q3 W& W1 Y' @9 l+ }2 @
having transformed
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into food upon which we are soon to feed,
& U% y, X, N. _! L5 kwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
; |9 R$ L" M# \# `4 ~$ T6 {so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
9 d2 a0 W2 J+ r, X" \; c* [, h3 KWe who came first and are ready to dine
% D& d- ^$ S- T, I. pthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
- q- _* T8 N2 I9 Kbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
2 S4 o. W) ?& b# e) q0 X6 owe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
3 L2 P. r% q. V; yInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
- O0 q9 }" [; J% |) Y1 [the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.$ i; x- m0 _9 K7 d" E$ c
Now,
; A3 [5 {# @" e6 E$ jWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
8 G d; C6 i* G3 Pthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
' B+ |$ Y2 d1 M' q# f) RWe thank you for people so generous and kind7 w ]% a: G5 ^5 a
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind, g+ G/ W* Z- b, O6 X0 l. N
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Amen.
