A Little Dog Angel
High up in the courts of heaven
today
a little dog angel
waits;
with the other angels
he will not play,
but he sits
alone at the gates.
"For I
know my master will come" says he,
"and when he comes he will call for me."
The other angels pass him by
As they hurry toward the
throne,
And he watches them
with a wistful eye
as he sits
at the gates alone.
"But I
know if I just wait patiently
that someday my master will call for me."
And his master, down on earth
below,
as he sits in his easy
chair,
forgets sometimes, and
whispers low
to the dog who
is not there.
And the little
dog angel cocks his ears
and
dreams that his master's voice he hears.
And when at last his master
waits
outside in the dark and
cold,
for the hand of death
to open the door,
that leads
to those courts of gold,
he
will hear a sound through the gathering dark,
a little dog angel's bark.
Author Unknown
