Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
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having transformed
9 J7 T$ ?8 N# ^( t# _: Usunshine and soil and water and seed,3 z. f- K+ K4 n6 v- t! ^
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
9 N! J! S, z6 h( o# I+ v. ?we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
& o7 L5 V. | U7 k7 m0 Yso we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
% I) m7 E, |& M5 t# V6 \6 fWe who came first and are ready to dine
& _) L, p9 D$ a7 n" y7 Gthank you that we’re not still waiting in line, 0 l% G3 Y: S1 T( Q* r/ V2 k
but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait, 9 y/ L: o3 z, J* O( E
we shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.5 h+ j, R# X$ h
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others ( B. a' g: y9 M+ T, O; S
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted 0 Q, W! D/ A4 j' m3 t# C, T
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted - \' L3 X8 t3 `5 h% V
We thank you for people so generous and kind, ?* G( U' u" k# i) d9 A! |
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.