THE BEST DONKEY
OF THEM ALL
By Josie Whitehead
IIllustration by Peter Hudspith
There was a field in Nazareth,
Beside a joiner's yard.
A little donkey stood and sighed -
His life had been so hard.
'I’m getting old and not much use
For carrying heavy loads -
For trudging round the town all day
On hot and dusty roads.'
His kindly master, Joseph, said:
'You mustn’t worry now.
Just spend your old age quietly
With Bess, our milking cow.'
So Bess and he stayed in the field
And watched the world go by,
When, suddenly from Heaven, appeared
An angel in the sky.
'There’s one last job on earth for you –
A journey to be done.
A special donkey’s what we need
For Mary and her son.
'From Nazareth to Bethlehem,
That is the road to take.
We’ve chosen you to do this task,
Especially for God’s sake.'
'But I am old and useless!'
The little donkey cried -
'But, there again, I’d like the job
For I feel quite young inside.'
The day arrived and off they set
In sunshine warm and bright.
They travelled over dusty roads
Arriving before night.
There were such a lot of people -
Bethlehem was really packed -
And many other donkeys came
With loads upon their backs.
The only place they all could rest
Was in a stable, warm.
The little donkey stood nearby
When Jesus Christ was born.
He went to sleep so happy:
'I’m not useless after all.'
He dreamed about an angel who
Came to his stable stall.
'Your work on earth is finished.
Come to Heaven and take your rest.
God will love to have you with Him.
Of all donkeys you’re the best.'
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