Main Menu The Donkey By Molly Spiers The donkey carefully walked along
The narrow stony road,
He somehow knew that he was carrying
A very precious load.
For on his back sat a gentle lady,
Mary was her name,
And with her husband, Joseph
To Bethlehem they came.
When Joseph saw the darkening sky,
His looks became more worried,
As, failing to get a room at the Inn,
To a stable nearby they hurried.
And there in the warmth of a lowly stable,
Jesus Christ was born.
A brilliant star in the sky above
Signalled this special dawn.
Three Wise Men came and gave some gifts,
But the donkey had also given.
He’d given his care whilst carrying Mary,
And never had to be driven.
The donkey turned as he heard a voice say,
“For what you’ve done for Me
the sign of the Cross will be on your back
for everyone to see”.
How humble and proud the donkey felt,
As he gazed at the Baby Divine.
And so it is, right down through the years,
All donkeys bear this sign.
He stood and watched this lovely scene,
In which he’d played a part,
His old grey head held high with pride,
And Happiness filled his heart.
