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, 2 Y0 s, S" S, q, s
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
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thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, # t4 r; i9 y( e3 _' C: {: t: e
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, ( {# G" c7 C" M r
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate., t, a$ Q) w# x4 W+ e2 |* N+ p
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 6 f+ i1 w4 o* b5 s" o d% I
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted ; E# s7 A* x' q/ ]
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
! W+ s8 _, F9 j* O0 u# bWe thank you for people so generous and kind
: S: b6 i( E4 y* q6 Y4 Yand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,3 c! w# r% ~- p% W. `/ t1 Z
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Amen.
