can I keep it?"
Was the cry of kids in my day,
cuddling stray, flea ridden
cats and dogs close.
The kitten born under the dumpster
the puppy put out
on the side of the road.
Every time I hear Jesus saying,
"Who is my brother and sister?"
Every time I read Paul proclaim
that we are not just adopted, but heirs,
I feel Jesus arms
around my ragged self,
holding me and a million other strays close,
Abba, Daddy, they followed me home,
can I keep them?