Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
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sunshine and soil and water and seed,
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we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
$ q' \) L6 W- yso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
8 S J K/ Q# c4 J: {% C$ r4 @We who came first and are ready to dine! v0 g% _! @0 @* ~! { O
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
5 Y/ t. [ s3 y$ `4 A; T4 }but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
2 [" ]+ [+ w0 ~$ b) ]& G( x; M" @" Swe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
3 }6 v- {" L& Q. I8 j5 b4 v! ?( MInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
% q! c4 D- W% }; ?8 j4 Qthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted % ]. w( r* C9 s$ ?6 L0 a( Y9 ?
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
9 x2 C! @3 t) PWe thank you for people so generous and kind7 c q- m$ e& n
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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: V. `% m/ f- u, kAmen.