I live among God's creatures now
In heavens of your mind.
So do not grieve for me, my friend
As I am with my kind.
My collar is a rainbow's hue
My leash is a shooting star
My boundaries are the milky way
Where I sparkle from afar.
There are no pens or kennels here
For I am not confined
But free to roam God's heavens
Among my own kind.
I nap the day on a snowy cloud
And gentle breezes are rocking me
I dream the dreams of earthling
And how it used to be.
The trees are full of liver treats
And tennis balls abound
And milkbones line the walking ways
Just waiting to be found.
The trees are full of liver treats
And tennis balls abound
And milkbones line the walking ways
Just waiting to be found.
For we're all winners in this place
We have no faults you see
And God passes out those ribbons
to each one -- even me.
I drink from waters laced with gold
My world a beauty to behold
And wise old dogs do form my pride
To amble at my very side.
At night I sleep in an angel's arms
Her wings protecting me
And moonbeams dance about us
As stardust falls on thee.
So when your life on earth is spent
And you reach heaven's gate
Have no fear of loneliness
For here, you know I wait. |
