Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
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sunshine and soil and water and seed,
& W# P) X( v j8 Z9 C9 w% @9 B' cinto food upon which we are soon to feed, 5 \9 a' Y2 j; r. G9 y
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
& F' b8 {7 b6 C& t& P1 ]& mso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
0 N) D! a) x; a" z- E0 E& HWe who came first and are ready to dine
4 O6 ]- D# k0 j) a3 N$ hthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
& g# ?4 n6 {* r' x: }but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
' g+ ?( a8 } t. fwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
1 B1 @! D; T: e: y$ B) l) RInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
9 Q6 ]' w I5 h! \. t0 zthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.0 X2 ?0 @ l+ {9 X/ p6 C1 r7 U1 _
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted + t i$ w: Z; g4 S/ O
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted - Q. j+ L* Y* x
We thank you for people so generous and kind: [1 X1 ]; @: {# I3 p
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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" X! o! M/ V# }4 l0 m& k5 m' WAmen.