Thursday, June 6, 2019

Yuta's Song: a metaphor from the experiences with our dog.



I love my Master – he’s so good for me;
It’s by his side, I always want to be.

The time I was a puppy yet – they clipped my tail; they chewed my ear,
But then, one day the Master came; he loved me, chose me, took me home.
Though I was young and wild –my snapping filled his kids with fear-
They loved me still; they made me all their own.

A special seat the Master made for me; good shelter did provide.
He filled my bowls- with kibbles and with water fresh.
He took me on his daily walks; I could explore, run free, and dash.
If danger lurked, he called me back; the leash was then my guide.

And at the end of night, I heard the Master at his bedroom door
I would jump up, and shake, and greet him with delight.
And soon he’d come, and take me for a walk- the moment I adored
Together in a fresh new day, awakening from the night.

We walked by corn fields to the forest or the lake.
I loved to do the hide-and-seek, his laughter for my sake.
And then, he trained me on the walks his calling to obey,
Yet, first I wanted more to smell, to dig, and have my way.

One Sunday morning after church – the kids walked ‘round the sty.
Some birds were sitting on the dirt within big concrete rim.
I jumped to spook them, scare them, make them fly,
As they flew up, however, I went down- and then I had to swim.

And as I thrashed through miry mess; I could not even yelp.
The kids were panicked too, but one ran quickly home for help
And then my Master came, reached down and held me tight.
He pulled me out and put me down, I jumped up with delight.

I shook and shuddered; black blotches made on Master’s dress.
Yet, he just smiled and patted me; there came no bad redress.
So, now I serve my Master well, much better than before,
And when he calls, I run to him; my Savior and my Lord.

One time, on holidays, we made a lengthy hike.
The hills were steep, the sun was hot; that was not what I liked.
And then, my legs gave way, I could no longer stand.
Master bent down, and took me in his hands,
He swung me up, so put me on his shoulder.
He loved me even more as I was getting older.

I love my Master – he’s been so good for me;
He cared for me, he carried me; he saved me from the mire.
He is my greatest love; and by his side, I always want to be!
He is the purpose of my life, my joy and one desire!



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