Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
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sunshine and soil and water and seed,
) F; R# @1 t; k# u; vinto food upon which we are soon to feed, 6 c$ H3 B: z' S
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, % l% t( X# A3 n
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
) }" P8 n* K9 l) ?$ |We who came first and are ready to dine
) P( I4 B; m! {! Q6 hthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
; w; c) p/ m5 V4 l( O0 H) A. kbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, - [" P3 i& n5 e' T
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
- [3 {' R" A) b, V! e" UInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
) [7 L4 F6 m3 Uthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.0 d% Q7 R) E. W! i. d3 F$ Y
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
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We thank you for people so generous and kind4 U& V* V7 ~% k7 B. R/ m
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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/ x3 c2 w/ `" y3 {0 NAmen.