 I am the donkey who saw him born, the son of God that Christmas morn
I was the Donkey, who kept him warm
I breathed upon his tiny form
I was the donkey who nosed the hay,
over his body where he lay
I was the donkey who stood between,
the crib and the door to be a screen
I was the donkey who stood all night
and watched the Holy star so bright
I was the donkey who saw shepherds come
with frozen breath and fingers numb
 I was the donkey who saw Wise Kingsenter the stable with prescious things
I was the donkey who one dark night
bore him away with steps so light
I was the donkey, on me he rode
whilst fervant acclamations flowed
I was the donkey who quiet and still
watched him climb that steep hill
and there to die
I was the donkey who saw him rise
and go to his Father and be glorified
I am the donkey who wears his cross,
on my back for all to see, Jesus has the Victory
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