Prayer of a stray

Dear God please send me somebody who'll care!

I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair.

My body is aching, it's so racked with pain.

And dear God I pray as I run in the rain,

That someone will love me and give me a home,

A warm cozy bed and a big juicy bone.
 

My last owner tied me all day in the yard,

Sometimes with no water and God that was hard! 

So I chewed my leash God; and I ran away

To rummage in garbage; and live as a stray.

But now God I'm tired; and hungry and cold

And I'm Oh so afraid; that I'll never grow old.

They've chased me with sticks; hit me with stones

While I run the streets; just looking for bones.

I'm not really bad God; please help if you can

For I have become just another; "victim of man!"

 

I'm wormy dear God; and I'm ridden with fleas

and all that I ever wanted; was an owner to please.

If you find one for me God; I'll try to be good,

I won't chew their shoes; and I'll do as I should.

 

I'll love them; protect them; and try to obey

When they tell me to sit; to lie down or to stay!

I don't think I'll make it; too long on my own

Cause I'm getting so weak; and I'm Oh so alone.

 

Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry

Cause I'm so afraid God; that I'm gonna die.

I've got so much love; and devotion to give

That I should be given; a new chance to live.

 

So dear God please; oh please; answer my prayer

and send me to somebody; who will really care.

That is dear God; if You're really there!

(Bev Davenport, 1986)