Our Creator walked into a bar,
He really didn’t have to go far,
With His Ghost at His side,
His Son tried to hide,
Cuz Daddy thinks bourbon’s a star!
Our Lord likes a tipple or two,
Anymore just really won’t do.
But the Ghost is a lush,
His songs make me blush,
And Angels think there’s been a coup!
I’ll say this for our celestial guest,
He makes us feel we are blessed.
With His heavenly light,
He makes everything right,
And yes, I admit I’m impressed!
A lesson is here to be learned:
Respect is something that’s earned.
No matter your stature,
You still bring the rapture,
All you need be is concerned.
I will walk down the path I am shown,
And never will I feel alone.
Cuz with God as my guide,
I will always abide,
And reap the best I have sown.