Lend Me a Pup



I will lend to you for awhile,



a pup, God said,



For you to love him while he lives



and mourn for him when he's dead.



Maybe for twelve or fourteen years,



or maybe two or three



But will you, 'till I call him back,



take care of him for me.



He'll bring his charms to gladden you



and (should his stay be brief)



you'll always have his memories as solace for your grief.



I cannot promise he will stay,



since all from earth 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 the folk that crowd's life's land



I have chosen you.



Now will you give him all your love



Nor think the labour vain,



Nor hate me when I come to take my Pup back again.



I fancied that I heard them say



"Dear Lord Thy Will be Done,"



For all the joys this Pup will bring,



the risk of grief we'll run.



We'll shelter him with tenderness



we'll love him while we may



And for the happiness we've known



forever grateful stay



But should you call him back



much sooner than we've planned,



We'll brave the bitter grief that comes,



and try to understand.



If, by our love, we've managed,



your wishes to achieve



In memory of him we loved,



to help us while we grieve,



When our faithful bundle departs this world of strife,



We'll have yet another Pup and love him all his life.