He owns three of us, somehow he picked me
We walk a few miles, then she has to pee
Joe is my master, he builds things with wood
Mary’s the rider, life’s essence of good
Rome has decreed, so travel we must
Back to Joe’s hometown, Bethlehem or bust
A trip to pay tax just seems very odd
For our sacred road’s a pathway to God
Is it a mission of great consequence?
I’m just a donkey, no omnipotence
I walk with great care, my precious Mary
Carries a baby, we can’t wait to see
As the time is near, the birth will take place
I know this child brings his amazing grace