--As my grandmother would say.
Jackson is back
Oh happy day
Not very far
Did he get to stray
A couple of blocks
A neighbor so kind
They got my flyer
I got peace of mind
He yips and he begs
A carpet with legs
I thought him a pest
But God knows best
I needed to see
That he was a gift
New again to my eyes
There'd been a rift
Between the good in my life
And how I judged it
He makes no mistakes
And uses it all
To show how He cares
For things large and small.
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