I hear of a place that is made of gold,
a place where we shall never grow old,
But one answer I have not heard at all,
will there be paw prints from my little dog?
He promised us joy right from the start,
I just wonder if she'll be a part.
So as I sit here and dream of the day,
I wonder if heaven she will stay?
When your walking down with the saints of old
take a glimpse of that new road and if there you shall see,
Maybe a pawprint just for me.
Done By: Missy Davis
