PRAYERS AND PURRS
The other day I
prayed to God, While in my chair I sat, And while I shared with
Him my words, My cat crept to my lap.
I thought perhaps
God told her, To come up and sit with me, And as I petted her
and prayed, She purred against my knee.
"Are you praying,
too, my pet?" I softly questioned her, Her paws were crossed
upon my breast, She answered with more purrs.
I said, "God loves
little kitty cats," And gently tugged her ear, Then I had this
wondrous feeling. That God was standing near.
I wondered then
if animals, Have lines direct to God, That their naive faith
and trust, Are the very things God loves.
Why can't man have
faith in God, Like a pet has in its master? Oh, how happy God
would be, And would not our love be vaster.
And if man would
worship at God's feet, And express such adoration, Perhaps God
might be pleased at last, With the results of His creation.
I pray that I could
be as smart, As the animal I tend, And be as devoted to my Master,
With such love that has no end.
So, purr your heart
out, little pet, You know that God does hear, And I will pray
my heart out, too, We both will reach His ear.
(Ginny) Ellis ©2000
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