I wish someone had given little Jesus a dog

 as loyal and loving as mine,

 to sleep by His manger and gaze in His eyes

and admire Him for being Divine.

As over Lord grew into manhood, His own 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 behind comfort its Master's heart.

And when Jesus rose that Easter morn, how happy He would have been 

as His dog kissed His hand and barked if'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.