In holy bounds I come to kneel,
before Your altar, I beg with zeal.
O Faithful Fang, O Guardian true,
I lift my voice and speak to You.

Bless this heart with steady calm,
As I recite my solemn psalm.
I ask You, to claim me true,
with blessings warm and binding too.

You circle close, I feel You there,
Your presence heavy in the air.
I ask no crown, no sacred throne,
just mark me as Your blessed own.

Teach me to ache and yet obey,
to stay when instinct says to stray.
If service stirs a deeper need,
I bow and beg, please bless me.

I rise, I serve, I heed Your sign.
O Holy Hound, this life is Thine.

Hi, y’all!
Here’s a quick pic I made and asked Pepper to help writing the poem to go with it!
This one is a bit like Drooling Tribute lite, I guess 😛

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