AN ANGEL WITH A HALO BRIGHT
Posted: Sat May 21, 2011 8:40 am
Marty's comment on a previous post re the end of the world and how some folks say there is no room in heaven for animals prompted me to repost this. It was on the old site and I wrote it for Ralph Patrick my Kelpie pup - a working dog doing his apprenticeship who sadly died.
An Angel with a halo bright is sitting by Gods chair tonight.
He asks for nothing for he knows the Lord supplies, and will dispose.
His brown eyes, closely watch Gods face to make sure he’s not in disgrace.
Willingly helps without a frown. Kisses dispensed if God feels down.
He guards, he warns, he tolerates, he really is dear Gods best mate.
He snuggles close to keep God warm, and even closer if there’s storms,
For those with sadness he’ll dispense, his very own brand of common sense
to make them feel safe and secure, for that's what God wanted him for.
He’ll carry messages all day, with little children gladly play,
and if perchance a halo's lost, he’ll usually find it, where ‘twas tossed.
With old people he’s slow and steady, always waits until they’re ready
to go on, then leads the way, to Gods big chair to say G’day.
He lives his life without a care, content that God knows that he’s there
yet he is always glad each night, to rest beneath the silvery light
and listen to the Angels song, with music made by heavenly throng.
He misses not his time on earth for here God values his true worth.
I heard that God had told a friend, “This little bloke is my best mate
and I was happy when I heard he’d arrived at the Pearly Gates.
I said to Peter let him in, for he is good and without sin.
Peter asked what his name should be, God told him. Name him after me.”
And so ‘twas done. The name dispensed, issued without to much fanfare.
The little bloke was robed in white and given a small halo bright,
which was too big. It slipped and fell, but fitted round his neck quite well.
The little bloke was quite happy, rested his head upon Gods knee.
Our God was pleased that he was there, the little dog beside his chair.
For now he too felt quite complete with this companion at his feet.
Sometimes God too needed a mate, someone to whom he could relate.
And home and heaven both feel bare without a dog with which to share.
An Angel with a halo bright now sits beside Gods chair tonight.
Maureen Clifford ©
An Angel with a halo bright is sitting by Gods chair tonight.
He asks for nothing for he knows the Lord supplies, and will dispose.
His brown eyes, closely watch Gods face to make sure he’s not in disgrace.
Willingly helps without a frown. Kisses dispensed if God feels down.
He guards, he warns, he tolerates, he really is dear Gods best mate.
He snuggles close to keep God warm, and even closer if there’s storms,
For those with sadness he’ll dispense, his very own brand of common sense
to make them feel safe and secure, for that's what God wanted him for.
He’ll carry messages all day, with little children gladly play,
and if perchance a halo's lost, he’ll usually find it, where ‘twas tossed.
With old people he’s slow and steady, always waits until they’re ready
to go on, then leads the way, to Gods big chair to say G’day.
He lives his life without a care, content that God knows that he’s there
yet he is always glad each night, to rest beneath the silvery light
and listen to the Angels song, with music made by heavenly throng.
He misses not his time on earth for here God values his true worth.
I heard that God had told a friend, “This little bloke is my best mate
and I was happy when I heard he’d arrived at the Pearly Gates.
I said to Peter let him in, for he is good and without sin.
Peter asked what his name should be, God told him. Name him after me.”
And so ‘twas done. The name dispensed, issued without to much fanfare.
The little bloke was robed in white and given a small halo bright,
which was too big. It slipped and fell, but fitted round his neck quite well.
The little bloke was quite happy, rested his head upon Gods knee.
Our God was pleased that he was there, the little dog beside his chair.
For now he too felt quite complete with this companion at his feet.
Sometimes God too needed a mate, someone to whom he could relate.
And home and heaven both feel bare without a dog with which to share.
An Angel with a halo bright now sits beside Gods chair tonight.
Maureen Clifford ©
Little do they know.