Where, Oh Where, Can He Be?
A POEM BY MARY JUDITH

Where, where, oh where, can he be?
I've searched over the bridge and down;
Has anyone seen my puppy?
Oh, he's just nowhere to be found.

Where, where, oh where, can he be?
He's furry, frisky and all black;
Do you think he's hiding from me?
Oh, I've been here, there and back.

Where, where, oh where, can he be?
I miss him, miss him, 'tis true;
His tail wags so funnily!
Oh, oh, I know what I'll do!

Where, where, oh where, can he be?
I'll pray to my Angel and his;
I'll pray hard and fervently!
They'll lead me to where he is!

Here, here, oh here's my puppy!
Thank, Thee God, all day and all night!
My sweet chum never left me!
All along hidden in plain sight!



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WHY DID THE LITTLE BOY NOT SEE HIS PUPPY?

It was a good thing that he said a prayer to find his puppy because the mischievous tyke was tuckered out and when his young master set down his backpack for a moment to rest, the pup scampered in and fell asleep. The boy did not know this and was so intent on searching for his dog that he was not able to sense his warm body on his back. He usually stores his knapsack in a closet; thus, if he had not found the puppy when he did, the dog could easily have been trapped in a closet until his plaintive whelps drew attention. With a bustling, noisy family, this might be hours and hours. It is always good to ask God for assistance in the smallest of daily affairs, even those that can be easily solved with human endeavor, especially good to do so in order to place all our trust in Him and ultimately, only in Him.

 
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