Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
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sunshine and soil and water and seed,
2 b8 a" A6 g! {& q! ^into food upon which we are soon to feed,
- s! Y# D! Y- t2 H% b( ]! Zwe thank you for life and we want to stay well, k9 s0 E1 D& D- g# x( P, _& {
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.2 a- H7 I p. P. [
We who came first and are ready to dine
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but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
8 P/ Y2 y, Y, y" Q @) q4 dwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.5 g( U" |/ R; i* p0 b/ V5 y6 Q( k S
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others " J1 | Y7 A) J5 N! _( X
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted $ ]/ V z: Z3 q. p$ L; \. J- L
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 8 f* W0 U. ~( @: [+ b |' ]
We thank you for people so generous and kind
$ e8 t9 d, y3 u& _( L* [and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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2 H% w9 k5 u: R8 R) r! L& o1 zAmen.
