Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord, ' o* o% T% G9 p7 b! T
having transformed
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into food upon which we are soon to feed, 1 Y0 r* l. x1 V% i
we thank you for life and we want to stay well, * l/ L+ R, J0 _
so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.
6 T3 |6 V- V9 V$ g1 p8 tWe who came first and are ready to dine
, b3 u. ^& K4 d( }7 sthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
2 l! U9 z( L! |+ k: gbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
4 ~7 {& T9 P- Wwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
+ e2 S. k4 W! a' ?Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 5 l5 ` m2 a, G5 \
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.
7 ?8 K; N3 t& F7 ANow,
, d ? m' f: E% K9 sWe smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted , v9 N# G& N' b* j
the aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted
2 R1 n* y( I% G" @" ~" pWe thank you for people so generous and kind0 h% T$ e, [8 T: C& `' y5 n+ X
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
