Prayer of a Stray
Dear God please send me somebody who will care!
I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair. My body is aching, racked with pain.
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 I'm tired and hungry and cold,
and I'm truly afraid 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 and I'm ridden with fleas, and all that 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 too 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 answer my prayer,
and send me to someone who will really care!
Dear God please send me somebody who will care!
I'm tired of running, I'm sick with despair. My body is aching, racked with pain.
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 I'm tired and hungry and cold,
and I'm truly afraid 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 and I'm ridden with fleas, and all that 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 too 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 answer my prayer,
and send me to someone who will really care!
Got this from a website & it's so heartbreaking. *SOBS*
“If you pick up a starving dog and make him prosperous, he will not bite you; that is the principal difference between a dog and a man.” ~ Mark Twain
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