Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
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sunshine and soil and water and seed, g- `2 j8 l e% ]3 p" }& U7 j
into food upon which we are soon to feed, ) i6 l2 w. w& N6 O, Z% p; [* K
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
( W, e- o" e7 h' kso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.. h* j- X# h. R: _0 [! W
We who came first and are ready to dine
# E; C( P' x: d; Gthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
2 F: a8 ^/ e8 D4 p6 ebut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
- B7 L( b: _; }' U; Zwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
+ b' W& k" ?1 e% Z6 lInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
9 Y" a5 K+ x: ]8 G% D7 ^2 Qthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.( s# I2 ?9 ]4 n& e( M
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted + K% F0 `8 _# y/ x/ D% G
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted C6 T' d8 Q1 m& ^/ J
We thank you for people so generous and kind- } n& M3 E4 b, z6 E* E
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,. m- ^& r6 ^% F6 X2 F/ x
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Amen.