Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
% V4 K) A$ q# C1 w' ~3 uhaving transformed
8 L8 M) I& @# _8 F* E0 }sunshine and soil and water and seed,2 l# W w; t1 k/ O3 D( p- j( S: X
into food upon which we are soon to feed,
( C; j; s8 x4 O( ~7 S% `! Awe thank you for life and we want to stay well, ( J& t( ]$ Q. }2 o$ \
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.& j; p! U0 y& P& f+ m3 {( V0 X
We who came first and are ready to dine
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but for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
$ V2 ?8 M4 B# bwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
# c7 e7 H9 B2 ?9 l( A8 QInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
* @- X: S ~' M# _8 Mthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.# z! S. ]$ A9 j
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
$ \) E$ k" D2 y2 h4 Q/ v8 _5 ?# u( Qthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
4 W% m! u1 h1 d6 YWe thank you for people so generous and kind
; _" N+ K* j0 G6 |) Mand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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/ Z, U6 ]' M" q. `, e( OAmen.