I Carried Mary
An angel came down to see
me this morning,
about the carpenter and his bride;
He gave instructions then
left without warning,
I was chosen to be Mary’s ride.
I’m just an ol’ donkey, a
right lowly beast,
called to carry the mother of God;
I’m awkward and furry,
homely at the least,
and my poor voice is simply just odd.
The assignment I have is really more fit,
for a noble and a comely steed;
but I’m the one that was given charge of it,
so, I accept this mantle indeed.
I place my steps softly and watch where I walk,
making certain that I do not fall;
I try to stay silent, work hard not to balk,
and I strive to make no noise at all.
She bears the Messiah, I carry them both,
an incumbrance with which I am blessed;
I labor earnestly to fulfill my oath,
and pause only as she needs to rest.
The road is rugged and my cargo divine,
I humbly execute my task;
now I wish to tarry, a home to be mine,
but I know that I just cannot ask.
As I turn to walk away from the stable,
she touches my soft cheek with her hand;
I would speak to her if I were just able,
but somehow, she can still understand.
She gestures to a spot that I might bed down,
to witness a miracle tonight;
as a Savior is born, a king with no crown,
and the heavens attest that it’s right.
A modest birth in a humble surrounding,
is the way the Redeemer came in;
he came to this world with blessings abounding,
to free man from the bondage of sin.
I guess it’s fitting that a donkey like me,
was called to deliver a new king;
so, I lay here tonight completely carefree,
and rejoice as herald angels sing.
– Andy Nelson, Clear Out West Radio