I have a faithful doggie
Who loves me quite a lot.
When I return from anywhere,
She’s always on the spot.
She jumps and barks a welcome,
And tells me o’er and o’er
She wishes I would stay at home
And go away no more.
Now, tell me, little reader,
Would not the Lord rejoice
If you for Him were waiting
And longing for His voice?
He wants your heart, dear reader,
So filled with thoughts of Him
That nothing earth can offer
Will make your hope grow dim.
For filled with thoughts of Jesus,
You’ll long for His return;
And that sweet hope within you
Will ever brightly burn.
ML-10/01/1972