Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, 1 ~1 ^4 v# }% c8 Z; H) K
having transformed3 P& ?* Z& \7 k `
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
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we thank you for life and we want to stay well, " O* t8 W+ w* F
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.3 ]3 c8 W# ^0 D! E' d
We who came first and are ready to dine
! `, r2 p" f9 Z& y1 |/ Pthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, , n5 `6 @. V% D. h: Q/ H: E
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
7 Q; R+ c4 \$ k; j+ O/ Vwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
* @3 R# y+ r% p' L0 n, }/ L' A5 e6 R AInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others % d/ _4 q+ _7 M7 F; D
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.) x$ \6 V, z4 C( X8 ^
Now,
( Z1 O; H8 D) ~4 w: A6 Y. TWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 1 F: ?: X' R: [, \+ F8 W4 G* A
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 7 w' J/ @5 C5 t1 R" T
We thank you for people so generous and kind4 @" Y5 j3 F, b$ o
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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' \; R; d3 A- p/ { dAmen.