Gods Back Yard
By John Wilsterman
(ã1997)
In Gods back yard, the puppies play.
Theyre out there having fun all day!
In Gods back yard, there is no pain.
No experiments or rain!
Each precious cat gets loving hugs
And all the dogs get tummy rubs!
Theres millions there, both large and small
In Gods back yard, theres room for all!
All dogs just bark with joy
(No crabby neighbors to annoy!)
And every angel is a vet
They can cure anything, I bet!
No, the dog dont growl. The cats dont hiss
For theres not one thing amiss!
All are happy. All are loved
Somewhere in the skies above
I hear theres no more suffering
No loneliness or wandering
No more need for them to roam
For, at last, they all have homes!