Dear Gosh By Bryan McAnally copyright 2002
Dear Gosh,
People know I worship you, because your name always comes from my pipes.
They also know I follow your son, the one and only Jesus H. Cripes.
I comfortably call him, “Jeez.” He doesn’t mind that, you can check.
But even if he did, I know he wouldn’t dare send me to…heck.
But my Gosh, my worship doesn’t end there
I love all the apostles too -
Golly, Jeepers, and Jiminy
Criminy, Holy Moly, and His brother Holy Cow.
Shoot, Shucks, and Sheesh
Darn, Double Darn, and - lest we forget - Crud.
People know I watch my words
I’d never want to be one of those dirty birds
The world loves me as I toe the line
Because dear Gosh, I’m not yours, you’re mine.
And as always, it is in Cripes name I pray.