God's Gift

I'll lend to you for a little while, a Sheepdog pup, God said, for you to love him while he lives and mourn for when he's dead. Maybe for twelve or fourteen years, or only two or three, but will you, till I call him back, take care of him for me? He'll bring his charms to gladden you and should his stay be brief, you'll always have his memories as solace for your grief. I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return, but there are lessons taught below I want this pup to learn.

I looked the whole world over in search of teacher's true, and from the folk that crowd life's land, I have chosen you. Now will you give him all your love, nor think the labor vain, nor hate me when I come to take my bobtail back again? I fancied that I heard them say, "Dear Lord thy will be done, for all the joys this pup will bring the risk of grief we'll run." "We'll shelter him with tenderness, we'll love him while we may, and for the happiness we've known forever grateful stay, but should you come to call him back much sooner than we've planned, we'll brave the bitter grief that comes and try to understand." "If by our love we've managed your wishes to achieve, in memory of him we loved, to help us while we grieve, when our shaggy faithful bundle departs this world of strife, we'll have another tailless pup and we'll love him all his life."