Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
o" i/ C4 d" ]6 f5 A3 @having transformed. }0 ^* L: q4 i8 D* X4 \3 ^
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
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% _" c. }# ? z0 A* G: Uwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
2 i4 u0 _; X# ^0 Uso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.6 t3 G5 k9 b3 L. _4 z$ F. V9 r
We who came first and are ready to dine
+ q* a! V. p; ]& Sthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
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we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.2 {! ~# L6 x6 b% o+ D
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
a& r3 w" j4 G h+ jthe 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) l8 k9 c; g& a
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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+ U/ R" `9 L3 C, k4 E7 b0 f' m xAmen.