Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
						
						
																											Lord, 0 u4 g, K1 R. @
having transformed, ~) T* c: @8 a& H1 Q7 g
sunshine and soil and water and seed,
% ?1 d) t( S  u- F+ Ointo food upon which we are soon to feed, ! W; }0 }) L% u# s  g; F4 x9 t3 n
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, ( n5 K' d- d1 O! X7 Q
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
& a4 B# J# D. F8 t( d- D, N0 |We who came first and are ready to dine) Y- M$ ]  l: l3 V! P
thank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 
5 c+ F% T' v4 X2 {+ i. fbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 7 I3 t9 v+ [& m! m+ g! N
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.$ L  P0 i, ]! y8 w+ {$ j3 E
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 
- N' `: j0 y, J/ Nthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers./ \% H. ]) a1 K% q  o
Now,( Q% h9 c  R$ U, q# [$ E
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted . W! q" |3 [& ?) ?8 p
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted 
  d% H4 K4 L' \  p6 Q7 c- [We thank you for people so generous and kind1 f: S6 V5 H! I/ B+ I1 ~# S/ u2 c
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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& ?( e) ^0 t9 i4 {1 G) j- @( MAmen.