Prayer for a sick stray

A four-legged friend has suddenly become ill

she's running a temperature and has a bad chill

She's roaming our streets with nowhere to stay

watch over her Lord please guide her my way

 

I'll take her and keep her; I'll make her well

she'll be fit as a fiddle; and loud as a bell

I promise to watch over her and give her a loving home

she'll be happy and safe; she won't have to roam

 

So this I ask of you; I beg of you; I pray

Lord watch over her and please; guide her my way

 

(John Quealy)