Jesus and The Donkey

I am the donkey who saw him born, the son of God that Christmas morn   I was the Donkey, who kept him warm I breathed upon his tiny form   I was the donkey who nosed the hay, over his body where he lay   I was the donkey who stood between, the crib and the door to be a screen   I was the donkey who stood all night and watched the Holy star so bright   I was the donkey who saw shepherds come with frozen breath and fingers numb   I was the donkey who saw Wise Kings enter the stable with prescious things   I was the donkey who one dark night bore him away with steps so light   I was the donkey, on me he rode whilst fervant acclamations flowed   I was the donkey who quiet and still watched him climb that steep hill  and there to die   I was the donkey who saw him rise and go to his Father and be glorified   I am the donkey who wears his cross, on my back for all to see, Jesus has the Victory