The Donkey

I sought the LORD, did I not fall short of a whisper?

Oh, my God, this toil and labor, release this slave from his tiresome bondage.

On my eyes, I feel the tears coming again, I kneel before you.

Ride me, use me to exalt yourself amongst the people.

Ride on top of me, so you can be seen up high, and I may be seen down low.

Oh, God, my heart is torn, it is tearing as I write.

You have given me much, I now have more to lose.

Don’t go, my heavenly God, or I might lose it all.

I would have nothing left to lose, nothing left to gain.

Who’s gonna ride this donkey?

Who’s gonna feed this donkey?

I do not fear thirst, this water is alive.

Amen.

𝒶𝓁𝒾𝓋ℯ