Donkeys

The horse may appear more noble

And lift his head to moon-beamed geese

Yet I do not come to bring my rider to war

But to bring him and his city to peace

The serpent may have been more crafty and with a lovelier voice

Enticed the garden dwellers to fall

But I spoke a holy rebuke to wayward Balaam

When I heard the voice of the Lord call

Compared to my cousin the zebra

Regarding stripes, I’m at a loss

But if you view my stripe from above my back

It is in the shape of a cross

I thought my genetics were the culprit in this

Or some odd curse was to blame

But I think it was there to remind the one rider I carried

The reason why he came

He already knew it though, I felt it

And I wish he would have tarried

That rider I carried into Jerusalem

Was both the heaviest and lightest load I’ve ever carried