High up in the courts of Heaven
A little dog angel waits;
With the other angels he will not play,
But sits alone at the gates;
"For I know that my master will come, " says he,
"And when he comes he will call for me."
He sees the Spirits that pass him by
As they hurry to the Throne,
And he watches them with a wistful eye
As he sits at the gates alone.
"For I know my master will come for me
If only I just wait patiently."
And his master, far on the earth below,
As he sits in his easy chair,
Forgets sometimes, and he whistles low
For the dog that is not there.
And the little dog angel cocks his ears
And dreams that his master's call he hears.
And I know, when at last his master waits,
Outside in the dark and cold,
For the hand of Death to open the gates
That lead to these courts of gold,
The little dog angel's eager bark
Will comfort his soul in the shivering dark.
- Nora M. Holland
Read Ecclesiastes Chapter 3: Verses 18-19-20