Pity The Donkey Poem by Colin Ian Jeffery

Pity the donkey frail and broken
Dying at the roadside
Used without mercy
Cruelly worked carrying heavy loads
From dawn to dusk.

Beaten with sticks
Thirsty, under sweltering sun
Not allowed to rest
Sickness, cuts and bruises
Never treated by a vet.

But once the donkey knew glory
Carrying the Lord Jesus Christ
On carpet of palm leaves
Followed by twelve disciples
Into the city of Jerusalem.