July 4, 1998 - March 15, 2000

Fly, Fly Little Wing
Fly Where Only Angels Sing
Fly Away, The Time Is Right
Go Now, Find The Light...

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I wonder if Christ had a dog
All shiny and sweet like mine?
And a nose round and wet
With two cute little ears
And two eyes brown and tender that shine.

I'm sure if he had, that that dog
Knew right from the start He was God;
That he needed no proof that Christ was divine
And just worshiped the ground where He trod.

I'm afraid that He hadn't, because I have read,
How He prayed in the garden alone.
For all of His friends and disciples had fled
Even Peter, the one called stone.

I am sure, that that precious dog,
With a heart so tender and warm
Would never have left Him to suffer alone
But creeping right under His arm,
Would have licked the dear fingers,
In agony clasped, and counting all favors but loss,
When they took Him away would have trotted behind,
And followed Him right to the cross.

I'm sure too, that that precious dog
Would want us all to know
To ask Christ into our hearts is the way to go
And when we bow before the throne of God
In answer to His call,
I know we'll see our precious Baby Grace, round wet nose and all.

Every pet owner will want to share them with their animal-loving
friends and relatives.