THERE WAS once a wild little donkey,
He had to be tied to a tree,
But Jesus was thinking about him;
He said, “Go fetch him to Me.”
And when they had brought him to Jesus
As quickly as ever they could,
That restless, that wild little donkey
Was quiet, obedient and good.
When Jesus was riding upon him,
He went just the way that he should,
A patient, submissive wee donkey,
Made so by the blest Son of God.
And Jesus is able to make you
Whatever He wants you to be,
He loves you and longs to forgive you
And make you both happy and free.
ML-08/09/1970