Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
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sunshine and soil and water and seed,
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we thank you for life and we want to stay well, 3 o. K8 e. B, R/ `
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell., d" V3 G5 s! I$ { D Y
We who came first and are ready to dine" D, x) }+ Z, }: J# Q
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 1 V4 j/ Q1 O0 b* _' d6 y& V% N
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, # l9 O# K! B$ D n ^
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
7 [: C" }( a( d0 MInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 0 @( Q: [2 B" J# r
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 3 x% l/ l# e& p8 p6 g% _6 {8 j
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 3 `3 T, r. T9 P* ]8 @% n
We thank you for people so generous and kind
" g# r7 S' O( d9 H( |( G7 N5 zand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,- q; f" E2 O! P3 w& u. v! ~0 [
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Amen.