I wish someone
had given 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 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 close behind
To comfort its
Master's Heart.
And when Jesus
rose on that Easter morn
How happy He
would have been
As His dog kissed
His hands 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. Day after day, the whole day through
Wherever my road
inclined
Four feet said, „I
am coming with you!“
And trotted along
behind.
(Rudyard Kipling
(1865-1936))
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