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 admire Him for being Divine.
As over Lord grew into 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 went away
to face death alone and apart,
with no tender dog following behind comfort its Master's heart.
And when Jesus rose that Easter morn, how happy He would have been
as His dog kissed His hand and barked if's 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.