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THE CREATION
Author Unknown
When God had made the earth and sky
the flowers and the trees,
He then made all the animals
the fish ,the birds and bees.
And when at last He'd finished
not one was quite the same .
He said ,"I'll walk this world of mine
and give each one a name".
And so he traveled far and wide
and everywhere he went ,
a little creature followed him
until it's strength was spent.
When all were named upon the earth
and in the sky and sea,
the little creature said "Dear Lord,
there's not one left for me ."
Kindly the Father said to him
"I've left you to the end .
I've turned my own name back to front
and called you DOG , My friend ."
THE DANCE ,sung by Garth Brookes
Tony Arata
Looking back on the memory of the dance we
shared, beneath the stars above.
For a moment all the world was right ,how was I
to know that you'd ever say goodbye?
And now , I'm glad I didn't know the way it
all would end ,the way it all would go .
Our lives are better off to chance ,
I could have missed the pain ,
But I'd have missed the dance.
Holding you , I held everything ,
for a moment ,wasn't I the king ?
If I 'd only knew how the king would fall
hey who's to say, you know I might have
changed it all.
And now, I'm glad I didn't know
the way it would all end ,the way it would go .
Our lives are better off to chance ,
I could have missed the pain ,
but I'd have missed the ....dance .........
An Owner's Plea
Please, God, if You should hear a scratch on Eden's Gate tonight,
A gentle whine, a muffled bark; have Peter take a
light
And open up the Pearly Gates and call his Spirit in,
For I think he lived in Heaven once; please take him
back again.
He may have been a mongrel, without a pedigree,
Yet he was noble, kind and good; I think You will agree:
That he'll
be very useful where the souls of children play.
He'll romp with them, and see; Dear God; they do not go astray.
Just tell him that we're sorry that we could not pat his head,
And whisper how we loved him 'ere his Spirit fled.
I
pray that when death beckons, and my soul surmounts life's fog,
I'll rate a place in Heaven, Dear God, right beside our
dog...
Author Unknown
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RAINBOW BRIDGE
AUTHOR UNKNOWN
Just this side of Heaven is a place called RAINBOW BRIDGE.
When an animal dies that has been espically close to someone here ,that pet goes to Rainbow Bridge
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There are meadows and hills for all of our special friends so they can run and play together .
There is plenty of food , water and sunshine and our friends are warm and comfortable
.
All the animals who had been ill and old are restored to health and vigor : those who were hurt
or maimed are made whole and strong again , just as we remember them in our dreams of days and times gone by.
The animals are happy and content , except for one small thing ; they each miss someone very special
to them ,who had to be left behind .
They all run and play together ,but the day comes when one suddenly stops and looks inot the distance
. His bright eyes are intent ; His eager body quivers .Suddenly he begans to run from the group ,flying over the green grass,
his legs carrying him faster and faster.
YOU have been spotted and when you and your special friend finally meet ,you cling together
in joyous reunion ,never to be parted again .The happy kisses rain upon your face ; your hands again caress the beloved head
and you look once more into the trusting eyes of your pet ,so long gone from your life but never absent from your heart .
Then , you cross the Rainbow Bridge together .....
An Owner's Plea
Please, God, if You should hear a scratch on Eden's Gate tonight,
A gentle whine, a muffled bark; have Peter take a
light
And open up the Pearly Gates and call his Spirit in,
For I think he lived in Heaven once; please take him
back again.
He may have been a mongrel, without a pedigree,
Yet he was noble, kind and good; I think You will agree:
That he'll
be very useful where the souls of children play.
He'll romp with them, and see; Dear God; they do not go astray.
Just tell him that we're sorry that we could not pat his head,
And whisper how we loved him 'ere his Spirit fled.
I
pray that when death beckons, and my soul surmounts life's fog,
I'll rate a place in Heaven, Dear God, right beside our
dog...
Author Unknown
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