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by Colin Moffett
11/29/08
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THOUGHTS OF A DONKEY

Moon dances light on the roofs
Streets echoing to my hooves
A weary Joseph leads me along
Pushing through the mingling throng

Mary sits lightly on my back
Her gentle hands caress my neck
Taut sore muscles soothed by them
As I carry her through Bethlehem

My ears are pricked to rising din
Paused now at door of crowded Inn
To take them in the keeper unable
The only offer a lonely stable

To me better than a palace fair
Within it walls my home is there
Water to drink and manger of hay
And a place to rest from weary day

A comfortable place I found to lie
Aroused from sleep to infant cry
And in the cradle of manger bed
A baby boy lay down his head

From my lips a soft breathed bray
As I gazed at child upon the hay
To crib side in awe I slowly came
Hearing Mary whisper low His name

Jesus; she murmured in tender love
A gift to the world from God above
Of mothers all; I am more blessed than them
This holy night in Bethlehem

Before I could hear what she said more
Swarthy shepherds entered stable door
Bowed in worship to tender one
Christ the King and Gods dear Son

His throne room the stable stall
One so great yet weak and small
Mighty God who became the least
Was carried by me a lowly beast

Another donkey He would sit its back
His gentle hands caress its neck
Perhaps my offspring; who�s to know
Took Him to Jerusalem where He would go

Through palm waving jubilant crowd
Who greeted Him with hosannas loud
Only days later to change their cry
To one of hateful baying crucify

Never carried I more precious load
When on my back Mary rode
For as they searched for sheltered room
I carried Jesus also in her womb

Just a lowly donkey small
No one knows my name at all
But I was the one to carry them
That night to stable in Bethlehem

Colin Moffett

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Sherry Wendling	01 Dec 2008
Colin, thank you for this tender poem! You beautifully developed the character of the donkey, and I delighted to read how the little beast looks ahead to a day when Jesus would ride again, to His death and His glory. Your imagery is delicious, and the tone is perfect for the topic. There's a great message for us humans here: God receives greater glory through unsung servanthood than we know. I've taken it to heart; your poem ministers to my hurting places more than you could ever know. Blessings to you--please keep sharing your gems!
Judy Wilson	29 Nov 2008
Amazing, just absolutely amazing ! What God given talent !!

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