Bob had been a lonely man ever since
His wife of fifty years had passed.
“Lord, let me join her.” he would pray.
“Let this day be my last.”
Each day, he went to the cemetery,
Just a short walk down the street.
After their talk, he would water her flowers
And hear passers-by whisper, “How sweet.”
One gray and misty morning,
He had hoped for sunnier skies
To plant fall bloomers at her graveside;
But there, to his surprise…
Stood an old dog beside her stone;
Thin and dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as Bob approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”
He sat calmly as Bob planted flowers,
Carefully sniffing each one Bob put in place.
After the last one was planted, he sniffed it;
Then turned and licked Bob’s face.
Bob smiled. “I had a dog when I was young…
Pal…he was a mighty good one too.
So, if you don’t mind old fella,
That’s what I’ll call you.”
Pal may have been an old dog,
But he was smart and handsome in his way;
So they made a deal, Bob would give him a meal
And a bath, if he decided to stay.
Pal loved his bath, then rolled in the grass.
He slept on a blanket in the den.
In the night, he dragged it next to Bob’s bed.
He intended to be Bob’s best friend.
Pal was such a good dog, housebroken too;
Never made a mess or got in trouble.
He knew about newspapers, slippers and Frisbees;
And when Bob called, he‘d come on the double.
Yes, Pal gave Bob’s life new purpose.
A special bond of friendship was cast.
And never again did Bob pray,
“Lord, let this day be my last.”
For twelve years, the very best of friends,
Together night and day;
And so it was, until one evening,
Pal quietly passed away.
Bob held Pal in his arms and wept.
“Oh, Pal…my best friend…you saved my life.”
He caressed Pal as he reminisced;
Then, sometime in the night, Bob joined his wife.
The next morning, an old woman,
Tears welling in her sad and lonely eyes,
Brought fresh flowers to her husband’s grave;
But there, to her surprise….
Stood an old dog beside the stone,
Thin an dirty, but he struck a handsome pose.
He whined as she approached, as if to say,
“I could use a friend, you know.”
He sat calmly as she took old flowers
And put fresh ones in their place.
He carefully sniffed the fresh ones,
Then, turned and licked her face.
She smiled through her tears.
“I had a dog when I was young...
A good one too. His name was Pal.”
Copyright © Robert Candler | Year Posted 2014
I wanted to travel around the world,
And smuggle Bibles across borders,
Or maybe care for disabled children
In an Asian village orphanage.
I wanted to do something big for God,
No order was too tall,
But the Lord said to me,
"Can you do something small?"
Can you raise a family?
And work hard at your job?
Can you love your neighbor?
How about adopt a stray dog?
After all these years, I say it with a wink,
"Lord, these little things are harder than you think."
Copyright © Kim Bond | Year Posted 2016
A Cute Pup Named Wylie
Bought my beautiful wife a cute pup
After Christ had cleaned our lives all up
Now, when pup, we will look at him,
He barks, Christ keeps things proper and prim.
From the very first time our pup was bought
Christ in our eyes could always be caught
And kind of in a strange, round about way
We loved him more even if sky was gray.
Each time to everybody when pup started to bark
Who loved him just like Our Lord found in a lark
And when with us we took him to church one day
In back room, with Christ and children started to play.
It never made no matter where we may go
In our pup, we could see Christ grow and grow
And even when we took our pup out to eat
Felt Christ's spirit there who we would meet and greet.
Even when pup in bushes would take a pause;
We were refreshed by pup and Christ because
He had died on cross for both you and me;
Now the picture was clear and so plain to see.
Our pup was a cross between Christ and God
Who we will laud and know they're no fraud;
Pup always grew old but he still was pleasing;
Died, and back to Father and Son we are releasing.
Copyright © James Horn | Year Posted 2014