We shall know our own

I wonder, I wonder,

where the little pet faces go,

That come and smile and stay for awhile,

And pass like flakes of snow

The dear, sweet pet faces

that the world had briefly known,

Only their mother's hide, so tender-eyed,

deep in their hearts alone.

I love to think that somewhere,

in the country called Heaven,

The land most fair of everywhere;

will unto them be given,

The land of pet faces - very pure, very fair

And everyone shall know their own

and cleave unto it there.

Oh, grant it, loving Father,

to the broken hearts that plead!

Thy way is best - yet, oh, to rest

in perfect faith indeed!

To know that we shall find them,

sweet little faces all aglow,

At Thy right hand, in Thy bright land,

by living waters, we shall know.

 

(Author unknown)