Pastor Rob Fitterer's grace poetry for September 29
Lord,
$ Q& d9 n' a0 w) b; X, q% C! }6 nhaving transformed1 b/ n# _' | R7 w
sunshine and soil and water and seed,# J$ n8 W2 ~8 \) o* Y
into food upon which we are soon to feed, ) O4 r! g9 R u) j2 i
we thank you for life and we want to stay well,
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We who came first and are ready to dine
0 J; g0 ~+ N& t% p1 @$ i( B) lthank you that we’re not still waiting in line,
$ C+ @+ E! R8 {( Y3 l! M4 tbut for those who are hungry and eagerly wait,
, A* w9 t3 b Q6 j' Rwe shall not be greedy and heap up our plate.
, O& `" T+ [6 B8 h) ]& M1 ZInstead we’ll be thoughtful of all the others 4 y( F$ K K1 m+ U! c; u
the way we were taught by our own loving mothers.* \, A; t# ~" R/ `2 [7 A
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We smell the potatoes all spicy and roasted
3 I) r# \+ O" j5 l" D- z6 u) mthe aroma of casseroles perfectly toasted % P) Y! o! i5 m) e
We thank you for people so generous and kind
! ~7 t2 j3 f e u4 jand thanks for all blessings in body and mind,
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Amen.
