The Little Dog

I wish Christ had a little dog

All soft and loving like mine,

With two long ears and a nose all wet,

And big brown eyes that shine

I know that He hadn't because I have read

How He prayed in the garden alone;

For all the disciples had fled from his side...

Even Peter...the one called a stone.

I'm sure that a little dog

With a heart so tender and warm

Would never had left Him to suffer alone

But would have crept up under His arm

Would have licked the dear fingers in agony clasped

And counting all favors but loss,

When they took Him away, would have trotted along

And followed Him right to the cross.

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