The Little Dog Angel

High up in the courts of Heaven today

A little dog angel waits;

With the other angels she will not play,

But she sits alone at the gates

For I know my master will come, says she,

And when she comes, she will call for me.

The other angels pass her by

As they hurry towards the throne,

And she watches them with a wistful eye

As she sits at the gates alone.

But I know if I wait patiently

That someday my master will call for me.

And her master, down on the earth below,

As she sits in her easy chair,

Forgets sometimes, and whispers low

To the dog, she longs to be there.

And the little dog angel cocks her ears

And dreams that her master's voice she hears

And when at last her master waits

Outside in the dark and cold

For the hand of death to open the door

That leads to those courts of gold

She will hear a sound through the gathering dark

A little dog angel's joyful bark.

Author unknown.