In a special part of heaven, where teardrops wet the clay
God makes those special people, who have to deal with strays.
A large handful of chosen soil, taken from this special place
With special care, he molds their soul, and fills it up with grace.
He sends them down from heaven above, to a world of toil and strife,
Knowing that they will be the ones to care for that pitiful, lonely life.
They'll feed and care for the animals, that others throw away
They'll wash them, and comb them, and teach them how to play.
When the time comes, and come it must, for lack of a good home
To this brave and lonely animal soul, who must not be left to roam
Comes this special person, who upon this earth must trod
And must take this lonely soul in hand, and send it home to God.
This person must love this soul, to send it from this place
And care enough to do the job, with dignity and grace.
It takes a special person, to take away the animals' fears
Bless them, for it's them that wet God's clay with their human tears.
Author: T. McHam
God makes those special people, who have to deal with strays.
A large handful of chosen soil, taken from this special place
With special care, he molds their soul, and fills it up with grace.
He sends them down from heaven above, to a world of toil and strife,
Knowing that they will be the ones to care for that pitiful, lonely life.
They'll feed and care for the animals, that others throw away
They'll wash them, and comb them, and teach them how to play.
When the time comes, and come it must, for lack of a good home
To this brave and lonely animal soul, who must not be left to roam
Comes this special person, who upon this earth must trod
And must take this lonely soul in hand, and send it home to God.
This person must love this soul, to send it from this place
And care enough to do the job, with dignity and grace.
It takes a special person, to take away the animals' fears
Bless them, for it's them that wet God's clay with their human tears.
Author: T. McHam
