Doggies have holes they dig for bones,

Burying them everywhere…

When he is nervous he rubs a spot

Until it is skinless there.

Sometimes his knee or leg will do,

Fingernails often chewed down…

Can’t pull his hair, it’s nearly gone too,

In drink he no longer will drown.

His struggle in living is to believe

Continually that God has in hand…

All of his coming and going out,

Provision for life at hand.

–Jonathan Caswell

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