Jun. 15, 2022

The Skin Song

A rhyme I dug up out of a box. I wrote this quite awhile back. Just for fun.

The Skin Song

O, I now give thanks for my skin-
It keeps my bones and organs in.
Without my skin I would be dead.
No hair would grow out from my head.

Though beauty may be but skin deep,
I pray Thee, Lord, my skin to keep.
It may have wrinkles, zits, or sag.
Without my skin I’d be a drag.

It covers me from head to feet
and holds in all my cellulite!
When something’s cold or something’s hot,
it lets me know right on the spot.

My skin comes on the scene with flair.
No matter what, it’s always there.
It may be black or brown or pale -
one thing’s for sure - it will not fail
to interface with all of life,
through happy times or toil or strife.

My skin sure helps to keep me whole;
it makes a home wherein my soul
can venture out through time and space,
enjoying life in many a place.
It shapes itself to look like me
with individuality!

Now frogs and snakes may shed their skin,
but I sure like the skin I’m in!
And if it’s young or if it’s old,
I wear my skin so proud and bold.

Though beauty may be but skin deep,
I pray Thee, Lord, my skin to keep!

© Blaise