Last night I attended my daughters Christas Carol concert. The music was great but it was the "God Slot" that brought to mind the prayer I wrote a while back (with a nod to the Lords Prayer). So this morning I dug it out, updated it a bit and have pleasure in posting it again.
So when your at the festive table this christmas and perhaps are asked to say "Grace", why not surprise everone but giving them a rendering of the following;
High furball, check my five, six and seven,
Altitude I must gain.
Flyers from around the world will come,
Held in a gunsight they will be done.
To earth you'll be sent by Rattler and Toad.
Excuse us the brief which we should have read.
And forgive Jedetieo his lateness to hit fly,
As he forgives Greenstreaks that vulches against him.
Loose us not Shadow’s Teamspeak,
And deliver us a connection with no lag.
The sky is our kingdom,
Be it death or for glory,
Forever BG.
Amen.