THE LITTLE BLACK DOG
by Elizabeth Gardner Reynolds
I wonder if Christ had a little black dog,
All curly and woolly like mine;
With two silky ears and a nose round and wet,
And two eyes, brown and tender, that shine.
I’m sure if He had, that little black dog
Knew right from the first He was God;
That he needed no proof that Christ was divine,
But just worshipped the ground that He trod.
I’m afraid that He hadn’t because I have read
How He prayed in the garden alone;
For all of His friends and disciples had fled,
Even Peter, the one called a stone.
And, oh, I am sure that little black dog,
With a heart so tender and warm,
Would never have left Him to suffer alone,
But creeping right under His arm ….
Would have licked those dear fingers, in agony clasped;
And counting all favors but loss,
When they took Him away would have trotted behind,
And followed Him quite to the Cross!