We don't generally say grace at all but when pressed my mother trots out:

"[Lord] Bless this food to our use and us to thy service," which is about what the rest of us unbelievers can tolerate. Short, to the point, and not overbearing.





And we sing the Johnny Appleseed song at meeting before potluck. Mom hates it but the kids all like it and it doesn't offend anyone in a meeting where lots of people consider themselves to be in recovery from Southern Baptist and Catholic upbringings.