Soldier4Christ
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« on: April 30, 2006, 08:33:08 PM » |
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Lord, Please bless this food before me, Shimmering in speckled grease, To be washed down with scalding coffee; That's powerful, to say the least.
My doctor said don't eat it, Because it's bad for my stomach and heart, but the health food places all close before the grueling night watch starts.
He says I'll shorten my life span, That I won't get my three score and ten, And it's true we average just fifty-eight years to get all our living in.
But the job I do is important, Standing between the savage and the weak, though I often wonder where we warriors will go when you give the earth to the meek.
I love healthy food same as any With loved ones at a real table, But usually--what with my job-- I just really am not able.
So Lord, bless this food before me; I'm thankful for what I've got. And if it's not too much trouble, God, Just once, I'd like to eat it hot.
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