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Under the eaves of Heaven
in a place of quiet
my dog laid down to die
I am sure he didn't know
it would end this way
when the evil one poisoned him
I am sure as I sit here
he convulsed with the poison
in his lungs and struggled
to live a few minutes longer
I hope he didn't think to miss me
like I miss him
I have searched and searched for him
in the woods and fields
by the ponds and fences
There are days I feel like
he's the only friend I had
and he's gone, and I won't get over it
God let me find him
and I will bury him
where he is.
Lord, I've loved him like I haven't loved You.
I'm sorry.
I hope You get over it.
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