In Marjorie Kinnan Rawlings Pulitzer Prize winning novel of 1939, an isolated farmer and his son travel four miles to visit their nearest neighbors, a carousing, irreverent bunch. As they sit down to dinner, the hosts determine that since they have company, they should ask a blessing. Reluctantly, the host father at the table prays:
“Oh Lord, once more Thou hast done see fit to bless our sinnin’ souls and bellies with good rations. Amen.”
Could have been worse (see Talledega Nights). It’s not prayer-book quality, but I like it.