
PRAYER OF A
STRAY Bev Davenport
Dear God please send me somebody who'll care!
I'm tired of running, I'm
sick with despair. My body is aching, it's so racked with pain.
And Dear
God I pray as I run in the rain, That someone will love me and give me a
home. A warm cozy bed I can call my own
My last owner neglected me and
chased me away To rummage in garbage and live as a stray.
But now God I'm
tired and hungry and cold. And I'm afraid that I'll never grow
old. They've chased me with sticks and hit me with stones
While I run in
the streets just looking for bones!
I'm not really bad God, please help if
you can. For I have become just a "VICTIM OF MAN!"
I'm wormy, dear God,
I'm ridden with fleas While all I want is an owner to please!
If you find
one for me God, I'll try to be good
I won't run away and I'll do as I
should. I don't think I'll make it to long on my own,
Cause I'm getting so
weak and I'm so all alone. Each night as I sleep in the bushes I
cry, Cause I'm so afraid God, that I'm gonna die!
And I've got so much
love and devotion to give, That I should be given a new chance to live.
So
Dear God PLEASE, PLEASE answer my prayer
And send me somebody who WILL really
care...
"ORA?O DUM VAGABUNDO"
Querido Deus, faz com que algu? cuide
de mim! Estou cansado de fugir, estou doente de desespero. O meu corpo
est?t? dorido e torturado... Querido Deus, rezo enquanto fujo ?
chuva. Pe? que algu? me ame e me d?uma casa, Uma cama quente e
confort?el, que seja mesmo minha. O meu ?timo dono tratou-me mal, mandou-me
embora, Rebusco no lixo, vivo como um vagabundo. Mas agora, Deus, estou
cansado, tenho fome, tenho frio! Tenho medo de n? chegar a
velho... Afugentam-me com paus, atiram-me com pedras, Enquanto ando por
todo o lado ?procura de comida! Deus, n? sou mau, imploro-te, ajuda-me, se
puderes. Aqui estou eu, aflito, uma pobre v?ima dos homens! Querido Deus,
estou cheio de vermes, mordido por pulgas, E afinal, s?quero ?um dono a
quem agradar! Deus, se achares um para mim, hei-de ser bom, N? fugirei,
farei o meu dever. Sozinho n? chegarei longe, Pois estou ficando fraco,
al? de t? s? Todas as noites, quando vou dormir nos arbustos,
choro, Deus, tenho muito medo de morrer! Tenho tanto amor e devo?o para
dar, Deixem-me ser, deixem-me viver! Imploro-te, querido Deus, acede ao
meu pedido, Envia-me algu? que goste de mim.
"I PROSEFHI TOU ADESPOTOU SKYLOU"
Se parakalo Thee mou stile
mou kapion pou na niazete! Kourastika ne treho, varethika tin
apelpissia. To kormi mou ine tsakismeno apo ton pono. Ke se parakalo Thee
mou prosefhome kathos treho stin vrohi, kapios ne vrethi na me agapissi ke na
mou dossi ena spiti. Ena zesto krevati pou na ine diko mou O telefteos
idioktitis mou me paramelousse kai me edioxe na gyrnao sta skoupidia ke na zo
san adespoto. Alla tora Thee mou kourstika ke pinao ke kryono. Poly fovame
oti den tha prolavo na gerasso. Me kynigissane me xyla ke me xtypissane me
petres kathos gyrnaga tous dromous psahnondas kokala! Then ime kakos Thee
mou, se parakalo voithisse me giati eho gini "THYMA TOU ANTHROPOU"! Ime
gematos skoulikia Thee mou ke psilous ke to mono pou epithimo ine ena
afentiko na efharistisso! An vris kapion gia mena Thee mou, tha prospathisso
na ime kalos Then tha to skao ke tha kano oti prepi. Then nomizo oti tha
ta katafero monos mou, giati ime toso adynamos ke toso monos. Kathe vrady
otan kimame stous thamnous kleo giati fovame toso poly Thee mou oti tha
pethano! Ke eho tossi agapi Thee mou na dosso pou axizo ne mou thossoun
mia efkeria na zisso. Se parakalo Thee mou, SE PARAKALO, apandisse tin
prosefhi mou ke stile mou kapion pou tha niazete PRAGMATIKA...
If you can do it, please take home with you an abandoned animal. Get a
dog or cat from a shelter! It will become your loving companion. Please see our
address list.
You have burnt my forests, hunted and exiled us, killed my brothers and
sisters and now you celebrate the festival of neighbourly love. You worship a
god who could be my god as well. You say you want to protect me whilst cashing
millions from deceived people who have my welfare at heart, but still you fail
me. It is hard for you to punish my assassination as you think you are better
than me. Hardly anyone cares about me anymore. That is my Christmas if I am to
survive that anyway.... Brutal beings will enter my quiet world and ambush me.
Nobody will be there to protect me from my torturers. Maybe I will already be
caught in a trap and will desperately try to run for my life with my shattered
paw.
....and I just want to be left alone!
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