Faith of a Dog

I seek your face, your loving gaze
The touch that can make me free
With grubby hands and mout h I call,
"Have mercy, have mercy on me!"

You can see what I've been eating
Its no use, I cant clean up my act
My hands are grubby, and the
corners of my mouth are stained
With the evidence of who I am

But even dogs eat the crumbs from
Their masters table, dont they?
Dogs are not ashamed of need
With grubby hands and mouth, I call
"Have mercy, have mercy on me!"