Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
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having transformed
1 |4 D8 [7 o) j: F+ ~3 R- Ksunshine and soil and water and seed,
* w. Z1 ? A% ~9 Y+ K3 cinto food upon which we are soon to feed,
5 a5 c5 k. R1 G% q/ fwe thank you for life and we want to stay well,
1 U$ N% j& H" hso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
4 I% b3 y9 z5 S7 PWe who came first and are ready to dine
4 i" p+ a+ ~, ^ O4 [5 }! ethank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
7 k8 \8 l8 u" A* jbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, / r* h, q( `4 v, D3 w
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.% f- j* s/ v4 D# p& D: |
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
2 j, x+ s' g6 Y( D- E( rthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
$ M8 t- a2 T, P( n; n q y9 U. Q8 |Now,. `& T I/ r, k
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
5 B p& c2 W8 B: _the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
5 p3 ?5 w+ m3 K4 O! LWe thank you for people so generous and kind) G# z, D+ G6 S8 U* e% [1 o9 p' u; o
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,3 s% U7 m. s+ x `6 z' |3 {
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Amen.