A Golden Puppy
I'll lend to you for a little while,
A golden pup, God said,
For you to love her while she lives,
And mourn for when she's dead.
Maybe for twelve or fourteen years
For only two or three,
But will you, 'till I call her back,
Take care of her for me?
She'll bring her charm to gladden you,
And should her stay be brief,
You'll always have her memories
as solace for your grief.
I cannot promise she will stay,
since all from death return,
But there are lessons taught below
I want this pup to learn
I've looked the whole world over,
In search of teachers true,
And from all the folks that crowd life's land
I have chosen you.
Now will you give her all your love
Nor think the labour vain,
Nor hate me when I come to take
My Golden back again.
I fancied that I hear you say
Dear Lord thy will be done,
For all the joys this pup will bring
The risk of grief I'll run.
I'll shelter her with tenderness
I'll love her while I may,
And for the happiness I've known
Forever grateful stay.
But should you come to call her back
much sooner than I planned,
I'll face the bitter grief that comes
and try to understand.
If by my love I've managed
Your wishes to achieve,
In memory of her I loved, to help
me when I grieve.
When my faithful friend departs
This great big world of strife,
I'll have another Golden pup
And love her all my life.