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Lord, consecrate
this ground,
My Friend is
buried here,
Some may say,
"Just a
dog,"
But to me, she
was most dear.
The trees bowed
in respect,
As Sadie and I
walked by,
She, wrapped in
a blanket,
Me, stopping to
breathe and cry.
We'd come this
way so often,
Sadie always
knew the way,
I can't believe
she's gone now,
When I prayed
for another day.
Cover her grave
in flowers,
Send gentle
breezes through
the air,
Enjoy her
company, Dear
Lord,
And assure her
I'll see her
there.
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Copyright Jim
Willis 2003
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