Dec. 31 1968 -------- June 26 1984
MY GIFT TO JESUS
by Jane L. Sears
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 adore Him for being devine.
As Our Lord grew to 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 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 its 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.
Although many years have passed I still miss my Baybay,
but I know I will again see him someday.