I wish someone had given little Jesus 
a dog
as loyal and loving as mine
to sleep by 
His manger and gaze in 
His eyes
and adore Him for being divine.

As our Lord grew to manhood, 
His own faithful dog
would have followed 
Him all through the day
while he preached to the crowds 
and made the sick well
and knelt in the Garden to pray.

It is sad to remember that Christ went away
to face death alone and apart,
with no tender dog following close behind
to comfort it's Master's heart.

And when Jesus rose on Easter morn,
how happy 
He would have been
as His dog kissed His hand and barked it's delight
for the One who died for all men!

Well, the lord has a dog now; I just sent Him mine,
the old pal so dear to me,
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone,
knowing they're in eternity.

(by Jane L.Sears)