Frisky Bones

 

 

 

Today as I was quieting myself during my monthly retreat of silence at St. Benedicts, the words "frisky bones" popped into my head. It struck me in a funny way, so I made a poem.
 

 

Frisky Bones

God, give me frisky bones,
Unafraid to take a little risky bones,
Wanna have brave and fearlisky bones,
Gimme a shot of spiritual whiskey bones,
Oh Lord, give me frisky bones.

God, give me frisky bones,
No more dry and brisky bones,
Too scared of the tsk, tsk, tsky bones,
Might get a boo and a hissky bones,
From unbelieving aethistky bones,
Oh Lord, give me frisky bones.

God, give me frisky bones,
Good, ol’ St. Francis of Assisky bones,
Leper lovin’ hug and kissky bones,
Denying all my materialisky bones,
Embracing a life of simplisky bones,
Oh Lord, give me frisky bones.

God, give me frisky bones,
Faith in you persistky bones,
The Enemy I will resisky bones,
No more fear and cowardisky bones,
Oh Lord, give me frisky bones.

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