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Captured By Dog And Rescued By God
by David Pekrul
copyright 03-16-2005


Age Rating: 10 to 127

 
Based on the life of Duane 'Dog' Chapman, "The Bounty Hunter"

One hundred and twenty-some days to go,
Or twenty-eight hundred-some hours,
Until I am free to do as I please,
Live in freedom and just smell the flowers.

I live in this prison from morning 'til night,
Just dreaming I'm outside these walls,
I want one more chance to live my own life,
I'm tired of roaming these halls.

A dumb thing it was when I chose to ignore,
The laws of our country and state,
I was captured by 'Dog' and put behind bars,
Now I 'eat' what's been put on my 'plate'.

It seemed a small thing, like nothing at all,
When I held up a bank and a store,
I was getting quite desperate; I needed the cash,
For the drugs that I wanted to score.

I heard that the 'Dog' was hot on my tracks,
A fugitive now on the run,
I crossed seven states, when I entered L.A.,
And stopped there to buy me a gun.

Holed up in a flophouse and trying to lie low,
I waited for all this to end,
And frightened, I cried out to God up above,
I really did need a good friend.

The door was kicked in, and there stood the 'Dog',
His family right there by his side,
I knew it was over, no longer could run,
I laid there just shaking and cried.

He told me that Satan was after my soul,
Then spoke of a much better plan,
That God came to rescue and do what was best,
But first I'd serve time to the 'Man'.

I sit here and wait to be freed from this pit,
Just wondering what I'm going to do,
But I know I'll be better and stronger by far,
And be thankful when all this is through.


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03-17-2005 Anthony Lane Stahlhut    

Man is not perfect and we do things sometimes that we think are alright, but they are not! God sent his son to forgive our sins. we need only ask and the gift is ours! Thanks, Anthony


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