Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
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having transformed
4 @- ?( O1 V% k6 N6 y0 }, e1 Zsunshine and soil and water and seed,
* f1 _0 k2 S% j* ?0 Q Ainto food upon which we are soon to feed,
# q% C% w- N& M1 u& t# p. Swe thank you for life and we want to stay well, ! K/ h, f7 p, V5 R/ i
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.: F+ e2 h" J }; r0 J5 L. `7 I
We who came first and are ready to dine
, O2 S) N4 o7 tthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, % e' W' ~$ r+ U( Y- o+ b
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
2 \8 |. s6 i. z5 L$ O0 N/ `( e7 Pwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
8 `2 |& `# j0 B6 T8 I* cInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 1 o, }+ h# |9 m7 a% q3 U: F2 O q
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
3 ?! o* s0 l- H, Q* }+ BNow,
0 J- F0 R, g, p& Q$ w: k7 u" iWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
9 P5 Z* @% n- I% t& ^the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
$ a# X) W( `, c& tWe thank you for people so generous and kind
' z% `9 o0 x7 w6 aand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
