I used to be a nervous soul
– a timid, anxious donkey’s foal –
bucking and kicking, out of control,
but now I’m a donkey for Jesus.

I wanted to be impressive and tall,
a warhorse, a stallion – don’t we all?
But I’ve grown to like my humble call
to just be a donkey for Jesus.

I never thought I could be so free!
With Him at the reigns it seems to me
that I am more than I thought I could be:
Now I am a donkey for Jesus!

I get to carry Jesus to you.
In a roundabout way, my dream came true,
though I’m a bit grey – and short-legged, too,
I can still be a donkey for Jesus.

I still have days when I get it wrong
and the word ‘donkey’ is two letters too long…
Then He gives me His peace as we ride through the throng
– a humble donkey and Jesus.