Canine Christianity’s

The name of the game

Most players are losers

For their religion is vain

Poodle-type Preachers

Man pleasing Mutts

Preach a bless-me club gospel

Cus TRUTH takes guts

Pit-Bulls in the Pulpit

Latch on and won’t let go

They like to dictate

To be in CONTROL

Chihuahua-type Charades

Bark loud but don’t bite

Won’t practice what they preach

Don’t even know what’s right

Wolves in sheep’s clothing

With rich coats of wool

Devour little lambs

Who’ve been blinded as fools

All kinds of canines

Many different breeds

But only one in which God is ever pleased

He is the sheepdog

Who is faithful and true

leading sheep to their Shepherd

Is what he longs to do

He’d lay down his life

And gladly count the cost

It would hurt him far less

Than if one lamb were lost!