Tail tucked between your legs,
Confusion in your eyes-
I know it's hard to understand
That Someone heard your cries.
When loneliness is all you know
and pain is all you feel-
And no one can be trusted,
And hunger's all too real.
That's the time the Lord sees you
And lets you know He's there.
That's when He sends His messengers-
The hearts that love and care.
Yes, rescuers are angels-
You cannot see their wings,
They keep them neatly folded
As they do their caring things.
The medicine to make you well
Good food to make you strong,
And finally to help you learn,
That hugs are never wrong.
The perfect place then must be found-
The home where you can live
Secure and safe and happy-
With joy to get and give.
When you reach your Forever Home,
Your place to feel whole,
The Angels smile, and off they go-
To save another soul.
© 2000 Buster The Rhymin' Rescue Dog/Julie W. Smith
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