Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
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sunshine and soil and water and seed,! d) ~/ I& u) ?' K' @% ~5 Y1 z v2 T, j
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
8 x9 `- }7 e+ Kwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, - B6 S4 F7 F2 S4 a" i8 E; X9 j
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.4 T0 w6 j* L4 m8 t+ Y5 O
We who came first and are ready to dine5 |5 H) @. r- U/ W' p5 W, M8 F. v
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, # ?2 v) V9 y# { Q
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
* m& @5 w2 a) u- Z' Iwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.* ]1 N1 Q! N2 k' n( Q! Z
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
. n& r$ |. \' b7 J" R1 N6 k) N( d7 wthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.9 b: p" q7 H' g* `8 E t) s
Now,
7 y. N! S6 I, D4 G% @4 z. {We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
0 }. V' N# R3 q9 j; G {the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 7 u5 ^- h# k* L
We thank you for people so generous and kind
+ q( a% y! L: p4 o/ M* h$ hand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,! a( x9 T( I& |; s: W# v& [
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Amen.
