A DOG'S PRAYER

A DOG'S PRAYER
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Bless the house I live in, Lord,
the one that I call home,
the people here who really care,
a family all my own.

Bless the little children
who snuggle me to sleep
their gentle eyes so sweet and wise
that laugh and sometimes weep.

Bless the mistress of this home,
a wife and loving mother -
she always brings me doggie bags -
to me, there is no other.

Bless the master, good and kind,
he calls me his best friend,
But, Oh, the names they give us, Lord!
"Killer?" "Boom Boom?" "Ben?"

No one will ever know
how I stopped to catch my breath
the day they saw me at the pound,
as I faced certain death.

I love my little family,
They're all the world to me,
You'd have to be a dog to know
how lucky I am me.

A fairthful dog will play with you,
and laugh with you - or cry -
He'll gladly starve to stay with you,
and never reason why.

And when you're feeling out of sorts,
somehow he'll understand,
He'll watch you with those shining eyes,
and try to lick your hand.

His blind, implicit faith in you
is matched only by his love -
the kind that all of us should have
in the spirit up above.

When everything is said and done,
it isn't really odd,
because when you spell 'dog' backwards,
you'll find the name of God.