Somewhere, somewhere . . . in God’s own space, there must be some sweet, pastured place
Where creeks sing on — and tall trees grow, some paradise where Doggies go.
For by the love that guides my pen, I know great Doggies live again.”
Beyond Life's Gateway
Somewhere, somewhere . . . in God’s own space, there must be some sweet, pastured place
Where creeks sing on — and tall trees grow, some paradise where Doggies go.
For by the love that guides my pen, I know great Doggies live again.”