Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 1 T1 s) R$ y0 i1 u; W6 h+ r4 v- q' O
having transformed
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into food upon which we are soon to feed,
) \3 ~, x! M& @0 E* o9 z3 ^& vwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, 3 l. n! Y- V% X' f% t8 {: b
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
5 s1 O( z3 g) mWe who came first and are ready to dine
V; H: ]1 F' F+ ethank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 0 i* U+ D9 g/ b6 G* g5 s
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
5 e6 R& C% F# D: X& Z0 N# cwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.' Q2 _, O; x$ a9 y( W. H! H' n7 ~. z
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
5 x5 j9 E. p/ @! m; @! B+ Q. Ythe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
U2 k% Z- q% P4 J4 G# o; KNow,
6 d {6 y, h2 S) J0 b* U: @We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted # U( y/ D! ?# G' n1 b! _
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
8 I! Z$ ^3 F) F+ S. U( p+ q( i2 b1 oWe thank you for people so generous and kind
! A4 R" Z. g8 s* K5 Wand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.