by Jane L. Sears
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 the sick well
And knelt in the Garden to pray.
It is sad to remember that Christ when away
To face death alone and apart,
With no tender dog following close behind
To comfort it's 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 man.
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.
Found in the San Diego Pug Rescue newsletter
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