We had been worried, my sons and
We cared for and raised them tenderly,
For she had been gone several
Hoping that they could tote the load.
But when she was found, my heart
We were poor and needed these Burros,
She had birthed two young,
healthy in all ways.
For one could bring a good price when sold.
They were cute and fun to watch
The boys died trying to save a beast,
Kicking up their heels and
And in mud, one, I found alive.
Shy and curious, they’d stay
I made new graves next to their
As their mama would bite their
ears so loving.
And wonder why I’m to survive.
Then one dark day as they were
Everyday when I nursed that
Suddenly taken by a flood that
I thought of my lost family.
But it was my sons who are
But as it grew healthy and
For up onto the rocks they were
Never sorry, of who it reminded
My wife’s brother bought a part
Only those with weighted purses,
Seeing its value would be great.
Could come near and slow our
So he helped me and amassed
Soon I would sell this beautiful
As I worked and suppressed my
So goes the memories of my life.
To the village I would often
For this animal is all that’s
Not allowing a hand to touch.
Of the love with my sons and
On one such trip, a man I did
“This miracle worker, Son of
Dressed as a beggar, a tale he
Believe on Him, a new life He
“Have mercy on me, for blind I
This beggar had changed by faith,
Son of David, the Lord behold.”
Once all but dead, and now he
He told me these truths, that now
By faith then, I too can be
And how faith in this man was
Just believe that Jesus is Lord.
I knew he could not lie about
I’m not worthy, and yet,
For I had seen him beg from the
He’s conquered my sin without a
With my wife’s brother, I’ll
share the news,
I tell you, He is the Christ
If only a sign could prove my
And through Him, I am a chosen
I called him from the house to
He has been foretold by the
As the colt, never ridden, I tied
to the gate.
Descendant of David, God’s Son.
The Son of God, Jesus Christ, His
It’s true, all I once had, is
Has saved me, with just faith in
But even it, I would gladly
But, you are no one, just an ass
Because Jesus Christ gives me
Don’t make decisions on a whim.
And takes, what I’ll no longer
If only it were true, what you
And as we asked, they said,
You believe by faith, but some
“The Lord needs it!”.
If only I was shown that He knew,
Into His hands He has drawn me,
But, can He really forgive me?
And has chosen me for who I am.
He is the Son of God, He knows.
And what little I had before,
Believe with all your heart, and
Is now a jewel, blessed by the
His presence you’ll feel inside
“Peace in Heaven and glory in
Who is that untying the beast?
We hear Him in the city street,
I went there with my wife’s
But it is into my heart He rode,
For of the Burro, he owned a bit.
Jesus Christ has made me
Why are you untying the colt?
All That’s Left by Ronhales Matthew 21:1-5
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