Lord take this
pet if it be your will
she's so young
and small and she's oh so ill
Don't let her
suffer we ask you please
take this little
soul and set our mind at ease
Guide her to
Heaven where she'll be at home
where with all
the other animals; she can play and roam
Playing all day
up in the meadows above
cradled in Your
arms covered with Your love
With no more aches
and no more pains
she'll play in
bright sunshine no more rain
We'll see her
again we know we will
so take her Lord
if it be your will
(John Quealy)
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