Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
3 `. {% B* D. X! m+ _having transformed
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into food upon which we are soon to feed, 1 Z0 m: M v' F
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
1 S1 p2 f; r8 F% t( k7 |$ l5 N/ _so we promise to rub our hands with Purell.0 A6 J' D( V, J- ^' x
We who came first and are ready to dine
+ D# C) B1 T& pthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
5 o, G/ e! |) S3 }9 U2 T vbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
6 X1 M2 I% ] q9 Pwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.4 k* ^' H# t) U1 T$ g
Instead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others
% R6 R, ~* D- p0 I3 H4 J* t. {% m' zthe way we were taught by our own loving mothers.4 _+ k( }1 h0 k0 Q, v% M A) |# b
Now,6 Z( r% P0 K7 r
We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
( i$ t: E9 U/ B, ~5 D0 rthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted ( T0 X9 s4 U9 ]+ @$ ^/ O
We thank you for people so generous and kind& n- n7 M0 m7 |
and thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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& r/ t$ y1 ]' g% X2 |7 h6 y/ RAmen.