I Wish I Was A Puppy Poem by Richard Jarboe

I wish I was a puppy and Jesus was my master;
I'd look up to Him and He would pat my head.
Whatever He would feed, would be good enough for me,
Because I would follow Him to eternaty.

Through hills and dales we'd go, my master by my side,
He'd scratched my belly as I grew bigger 'til I was my master's pride.
In sweet meadows by the river again, He'd pat my on the head,
And I would listen carefully to everything He said.