I am a beast of burden
not knowing what path to take,
until one day an angel came,
telling me a difference I would make.
Then shortly, there came a virgin.
Her face was humble and faire.
She looked at me with kindness;
in her shadow was Heaven’s glare.
I carried her as she carried Him,
The One who would save us all,
through dusty roads and crowded inns,
on a path to a manger’s stall.
I sat in silence with head bowed low
as angels wept and prayed.
The promised King of Kings was here,
whose love burned bright as day.
I saw Him again on a shining day,
outside Jerusalem’s gates.
A teacher now with followers,
His wisdom to change the worlds fate.
He sat upon my shoulders
as I carried Him so proud,
with crowds laying down their palms,
shouts of joy like a trumpet, loud.
They called Him Master, Counsellor, Friend;
His teachings would change their lives,
but soon that would not matter,
for their palms would turn to scythes.
My joy and pride turned to terror;
no longer hearing my Master’s call.
Betrayal and evil took Him,
mankind now bent to see Him fall.
His message of love not wanted,
instead given a cross to bear.
With blood, thorns and rejection,
forced to look at death’s grim stare.
The world became dark and empty
as our Savior’s life was bled,
taking the weight of all our sins.
The worlds innocence forever shed.
The third day began with promise
as I touched my Master’s hand.
Gleaming in robes of white and gold,
under His feet destroyed death’s stand.
I saw His greatness one last time,
on the road to Emmaus He drew,
with the company of two strangers
He smiled at me with eyes so true.
He said Glory! Hallelujah!
I love you, my faithful friend.
I knelt beside His Majesty
and cried “Hosanna!” without end
I am a beast of burden.
I walk freely through this earth,
clinging to His commandments.
My life renewed with His rebirth