My Gift To Jesus I wish someone had given little Jesus a dog as loyal and loving as mine to sleep by his manger and gaze in His eye and adore Him for being divine. As our Lord grew to manhood, His own faithful dog would have followed him all through the day, while he preached to the crowds and made the sick well and knelt in the garden to pray. It is sad to remember that Christ went away to face death alone and apart, with no tender dog to follow close behind to comfort its Master's heart. And when Jesus rose on Easter morn, how happy He would have been as His dog kissed His hand and barked its delight, for the One who died for all men! Well, Lord has a dog now; I just sent Him mine. The old pal so dear to me. And I smile through my tears on this first day alone, knowing they're in eternity. ~Author Unknown~ |
