Our Angel

High up in the courts of heaven today
A little dog angel waits;
With the other angels he will not play,
But he sits alone at the gates,
"For I know my master will come," says he,
"And when he comes he will call for me."

The other angels pass him by
As they hurry towards the throne,."
And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits at the gates alone
"But I know if I just wait patiently
That some day my master will call for me."

And his master, down on the earth below,
As he sits in his easy chair,
Forgets sometimes, and whispers low
To the dog who is not there.
And the little dog angel cocks his ears,
And dreams that his masters voice he hears.
Through the gathering dark,
A little dog angel's bark.