A Dog For Jesus

Begonnen von sabine p, 23.12.2012 - 19:05

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sabine p

I wish someone had given 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 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 its Master's Heart.
And when Jesus rose on that 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.
Day after day, the whole day through,
Wherever my road inclined,
Four feet said, "Wait, I'm coming with you!"
And trotted along behind.

sabine p

In my vet's waiting room is a framed poem,
titled MY GIFT TO JESUS by Jane L. Sears.
It move me so, I took a copy home.
It bemoans the thought of Jesus never owning
a dog and expresses the poet's belief that she
is sending her newly deceased dog to Him.

I wish that Jesus had a cat whose purr would
have been like a prayer.
She would have sat with Him before His betrayal
in the Garden of Gethsemane, would have walked
with Him there in times that were happy and
never trample on a single blossom.

She would have been a loving pet but independent
enough to let her master go about His mission.
She would have kissed His hand, but could have
hissed enough to unsettle the evil snake, despite
all the hissing he could make.

With her ability to see through the darkness, like Jesus,
she would have made a great companion for the
Son of Man.
She would have sometimes left Him to roam,
but never too far from home for her wandering
to count.

She would be gone, but then, Jesus would be
preaching His Sermon on the Mount and
suddenly, she would be there. He would look
around and see her, listening attentively.
And when He would look up from His cross,
crying, "Oh Father, why have you forsaken me?"
she would be looking upon Him from the
limb of a great tree.

She would gaze at Him with all the compassion
of a loving friend, faithful to the end. And when
his body would be lowered, she would come
down from the tree, faster than ever, knowing
in her head that He was not truly dead.
With a bristly tongue, she would lick the wounds
of her master.

So I am sending my lord Jesus my beloved
cat, Puella. I hope that she can hear the
angels playing their harps or singing
acappella. Every feline likes music, soft
and fine, but this is especially true of mine.

And I wish my music lover could be the
cat that Jesus never had on earth. I wish
my sweet, furry little flirt could rub
against His feet. And I pray that, as Jesus
sits at the right hand of God, my beloved
cat may sometimes curl up in His lap.

May18/19, 1993

sabine p

Zum Andenken, an all die treuen Hundeherzen und unverwechselbaren Katzenseelen, deren Weg sich - vorübergehend - von dem unseren getrennt hat.

sabine p

Noch eins hab ich gefunden, das in diese besinnlichen Weihnachtsage passt:


I wonder if Christ had a little black dog
All curly and wooly like mine;
With two silky ears, and a nose round and wet,
and eyes brown and tender that shine.

I'm afraid that He hadn't, because I have read
How he prayed in the garden alone,
For all of his friends and disciples had fled,
Even Peter, the one called a 'stone'.

And oh, I am sure that that little black dog
With a heart so tender and warm,
Would never have left Him to suffer alone,
But, creeping right under His arm,
Would have licked those dear fingers in agony clasped,
And counting all favours but loss,
When they took Him away, would have trotted behind
And followed Him quite to the cross.

- Author unknown


Ich hoffe zuversichtlich, im Himmel meinen Hunden wieder zu begegnen.


Es geht nicht darum, ob sie denken können oder ob sie sprechen können.
Es geht einzig und allein darum, ob sie leiden können!


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