Thursday 25 December 2008

He’s just a little donkey


He’s just a little donkey.  By S. R. Eggleton.

He’s just a little donkey, on the long and dusty road,
Travelling to Bethany, and carrying his load.
He carries Mary safely, with no rest upon the way,
But he’s just a little donkey, and he’s carried her all day.

The day is nearly over. The sun is sinking low,
But Mary is with child, and she needs a place to go.
All the rooms are taken, and there’s just a barn to spare,
And so among the hay bales, Mary’s baby is born there.

The baby was born in a barn, but he didn’t even cry.
They laid him in a manger, and the donkey stood nearby.
He carried Mary safely, on the road to Bethany,
And still on every donkey’s back, there’s a cross for all to see.

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