God’s Back Yard
By John Wilsterman
(ã1997)
In God’s back yard, the puppies play.
They’re out there having fun all day!
In God’s back yard, there is no pain.
No experiments or rain!
Each precious cat gets loving hugs…
And all the dogs get tummy rubs!
There’s millions there, both large and small…
In God’s back yard, there’s 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 don’t growl. The cats don’t hiss…
For there’s not one thing amiss!
All are happy. All are loved…
Somewhere in the skies above…
I hear there’s no more suffering…
No loneliness or wandering…
No more need for them to roam…
For, at last, they all have homes!
