Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
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sunshine and soil and water and seed,0 P8 \& h- o7 S5 g9 B+ Z
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
/ Y& d) S7 J' w- j4 |" P5 c. \we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
" t& g3 v, \9 |" l2 Uso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
& B. X8 c: B: rWe who came first and are ready to dine
: w) Z/ i S& T* r* h" Q1 Rthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 7 Q5 y2 i6 Z' K( b2 U7 q
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
/ R W& D+ R5 C2 Q8 p$ Z& wwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
: v. ?1 {9 L( c4 b/ q, HInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
( ` H* }' f8 U: N7 ?8 fthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
" W) O% d1 i* gNow,' f- W5 M; [; y1 o/ Y6 ~/ N
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
/ \# Z8 ^6 x+ n' Rthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
: B3 J( Z( o. T( s! R8 {9 pWe thank you for people so generous and kind$ g7 W- J' q3 b7 X6 Y2 B
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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6 I2 Q% {7 A2 m" LAmen.