Nativity – The Donkey
By Larry Linville
The journey had been quite a quest
with little time to stop and rest.
A precious cargo on my back
and now we’re in this little shack.
I was told she would birth a king
but I don’t understand this thing.
A king should in a palace be
not with some animals like me.
I sat beside the mom and child
and when I looked at him I smiled.
I had carried them all the way
so he could be born on this day.
I carried the Lord, it is true
and through your life he’ll carry you.
Although I lived so long ago
I feel my efforts help you grow.
Of all donkeys to give the ride
I celebrate with greatest pride.
Next time you hear a donkey bray
remember it’s our way to pray
© Copyright 2007 Larry Linville (UN: larrylinville at Writing.Com). All rights reserved.
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