A Dogs Soul

                  Every dog must have a soul
                   Somewhere deep inside
               Where all his hurts and grievances
                  Are buried with his pride.
              Where he decides the good and bad,
                 The wrong way from the right,
               And where his judgement carefully
                  Is hidden from our sight.
                A dog must have a secret place
                 Where every thought abides,
                A sort of close acquaintance that
                  He trusts in and confides.
                And when accused unjustly for
                  Himself, He cannot speak,
                Rebuked, He finds within his soul
                  The comfort he must seek.
                 He'll love, tho'he is unloved,
                And he'll serve tho'badly used,
               And one kind word will wipe away
                 The times when he's abused.
                Altho' his heart may break in two
                  His love will still be whole,
                Because God gave to every dog
                   An understanding Soul!
                      Author Unknown


 

Winter Of Life

            Lord, he is old and weakened,
            He walks where he used to run,
            n his youth he was always a happy dog,
            Now he sleeps his days away in the sun.
            Please make his trail mostly level
            As he travels these last few miles,
            Provide shade away from the heat of day
            Where he can stop and rest for awhile.
            If it rains let the drops be gentle,
            If it blows let the breeze be warm,
            Let the winter of life be kind,
            Provide shelter and keep him from harm.
            Please Lord, if he must suffer,
            Give the pain and hurting to me,
            He has been thru lifes raging waters,
            As only a mans dog can be.
            He doesnt deserve to be hurting,
            He has lived a hard and long time,
            I hope as he leaves he'll be knowing
            Your love, as he has always known mine.
            I raised him, Lord, from a puppy
            We have followed some rough rocky trails,
            Please Lord, Make this last trail gentle,
            As he come to where love never fails.
            Author Unknown


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