Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
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sunshine and soil and water and seed,9 b5 F& m& b$ f. c# G3 q4 O
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
: W. H% y. y% D9 y; N' Gwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
8 f' ^: ~5 ] M' ?4 Z8 c& \* e8 tso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.# A0 Q4 l4 m4 Q1 T
We who came first and are ready to dine
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: V5 [. Q+ ]" e! E3 c+ h# rbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
6 ]% L S+ ~, Y( J7 vwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.. j5 _* ]8 W4 A2 |
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others / ?3 X4 @/ i6 P8 C' k
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
J1 i( d) j' T: i& TNow,
5 S( B) G, }0 T+ |! l; L* N6 i4 ~We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
7 W8 `8 B9 Y2 t3 Lthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 8 C( ?- p2 p% ^0 c: l6 h( g% k$ q
We thank you for people so generous and kind2 `2 N; p1 q' _7 F+ X- u8 i
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.