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God's Gift
By Marie Belanger
Dedicated to the chained dogs

I've almost forgotten what it feels like to play,
To romp and to roll and then nap half the day.

You gave me a home and you Loved me I know,
Then one day you left me out here in the snow.

This chain is the only thing keeping me here,
I want to come into the house where you're near.

I need you to help me, I am trapped can't you see?
I know that you Love me please come set me free.

If you're angry at me for something I've done,
Please forgive me and teach to know right from wrong.

I'll be your defender, your protector, your friend
Please bring me inside, we'll be pals to the end.

We can play and learn tricks for the family to see,
I'll be right by your side if you need me to be.

If anyone ever wants to hurt you or yours,
I'll chase them away and they'll come here no more.

If I stay here I know I'll go out of my mind,
I need a nice family it is how I'm designed.

God made me your friend so you're never alone
and he made my heart warm not cold as a stone.

Can you give me a home or please send me away
where someone will Love me, somewhere I can play?

'Cause I've almost forgotten what it feels like you know
since you left me out here, alone in the snow.

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