The Dog Team
The leader is ahead, you know,
His head held high, his chest held low,
As he races through the snow,
Where he leads, the rest will go.
The harnessed dogs have aching feet,
A pound of fish is all they eat,
Yet they will never face defeat,
Till their job is all complete.
The pride of pulling is in their heart,
Till death will make their lives depart,
They will pull the rugged sleigh,
Until they see their final day.
They toil without one complaint,
They try to keep from being faint,
Sled dogs are, I know, a faithful saint,
A picture of Christ's life they paint,
He died faithfully for His greatest love,
He died so we may all be with Him above,
And if the sled dog loves pulling the sled so,
Jesus loved to save from sins, so much more you know?
Copyright © Amy Travesser | Year Posted 2008
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