“My Gift To Jesus”
I wish someone had given little Jesus a dog
As loyal and loving as mine,
To sleep by His manger and gaze into 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 crowd, and made the sick well
And knelt in the garden to pray.
It’s sad to remember that Christ went away,
to face death, alone and apart,
With no tender dog following closely behind
To comfort its master’s heart.
And when Jesus rose on that Easter morn,
How happy He would have been,
As His dog licked 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,
My old pal so dear to me,
And I smile through my tears on this first day alone
Knowing they’re in Eternity.