Lord, he is old and weakened,
He walks where he used to run,
his youth he was always a happy dog,
sleeps his day in the sun.
Please make his trail level,
As he travels these last few miles,
shade away from the heat of the day,
can stop and rest for a while.
If it rains let the drops be gentle,
If it blows let the breeze be warm,
Let the winter of life be kind,
shelter and keep him from harm.
Please Lord, if he must suffer,
Give the pain and hurting to me,
has been thru' life's raging waters,
a man's dog can be.
He doesn't deserve to be hurting,
He has lived a hard and long time,
I hope as he leaves he'll be knowing,
Your love as he has always known mine.
I raised him, Lord, from a puppy,
We have followed some rough rocky trails,
Please Lord, make this last trail gentle,
As he comes to where love never fails.