I wish someone had given little Jesus a dog
As loyal and loving as mine
To sleep by his manger and gaze in his eyes
And adore him for being divine.
As our Lord grew to manhood, his own faithful dog
Would have followed him all through the day
While he preached to the crowds and made well the sick
And knelt in the garden to pray.
It is sad to remember that Christ went away
To face death alone and apart
With no tender dog following close behind
To comfort his master's heart.
And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn
How happy he would have been
As his dog kissed his hand and barked its delight
For the one who died for all men.
Well, the Lord has a dog now, I just sent him mine
The old pal so dear to me
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone
Knowing they're in eternity.
-author unknown
A Dog's Prayer
Treat me kindly, my beloved master, for no heart in all the world is more grateful for kindness than the loving heart of me.
Do not break my spirit with a stick, for though I should lick your hand between the blows, your patience and understanding will more quickly teach me the things you would have me do.
Speak to me often, for your voice is the world's sweetest music, as you must know by the fierce wagging of my tail when your footstep falls upon my waiting ear.
When it is cold and wet, please take me inside for I am now a domesticated animal, no longer used to the bitter elements and I ask no greater glory than the privilege of sitting at your feet beside the hearth though had you no home, I would follow you through ice and snow than rest upon the softest pillow in the warmest home in all the land for you are my god and I am your devoted worshipper.
Keep my pan filled with fresh water, for although I should not reproach you were it dry, I cannot tell you when I suffer thirst. Fed me clean food, that I may stay well, to romp and play and do your bidding, to walk by your side, and stand ready, willing and able to protect you with my life, should your life be in danger.
And, beloved master, should the Great Master see fit to deprive me of my health or sight, do not turn me away from you. Rather hold me gently in your arms as skilled hands grant me the merciful boon of eternal rest and I will leave you knowing with the last breath I drew; My fate was ever safest in your hands.
-Beth Norman Harris |
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