A Stray Dog’s Prayer

 

Dear God, please send me somebody who’ll care!

I’m tired of running, I’m sick with despair.

My body is aching; it’s so racked with pain.

Dear God I am praying, as I run in the rain.

 

That someone will love me and give me a home,

A warm, cozy bed, and a big juicy bone.

My last owner tied me all day in the yard,

Sometimes with no water, and God, that was hard!

 

So I chewed through my leash, God, and ran far away,

To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.

But now, God, I’m tired and hungry and cold.

And I’m so afraid that I’ll never grow old.

 

They’ve chased me with sticks, and hit me with stones.

While I ran through the streets, just looking for bones.

I’m not really bad, God, please help if you can,

For now I a merely a “Victim of Man”.

 

I’m wormy, dear God, and I’m ridden with fleas,

And all that I want is an owner to please.

If you find some for me God, I’ll do as I should.

I’ll do my dog-gone-est to always be good.

 

I’ll love them, protect them and try to obey

When they tell me to sit, to lie down or to stay.

I don’t think I’ll make it too long on my own

‘Cause I’m getting so weak and I’m so all alone.

 

Each night as I sleep in the bushes I cry,

‘Cause I’m just so afraid, God, that I’m going to die.

I’ve got so much love and devotion to give,

That I should be given a new chance to live!

 

So dear God, won’t you please answer my prayer,

And send me somebody who really will care….

 

That is, my dear God, if you really there!