HE CHOSE ME
The colt of an ass! How could it be?
This wonderful man from Galilee,
He chose me to carry him to Jerusalem,
Among the hosts of those cheering men.
I needed no bridle or cruel hard bit,
No saddle on my strong back did they fit,
A kind word in my ear to go this way or that
As I humbly walked, Him on my back.
He could have chosen a horse full of pride,
Or a camel, who his disdain he couldn?t hide
But he chose me, the poor colt of an ass
On that journey where none would let Him pass
Without shouting HOSANNA to their Lord and King,
As they placed coats and palms at my feet as they did sing.
I felt His great love surge through my every bone,
This King of Kings, to all one day would be known.
And He chose me, the simple colt of an ass
To carry Him to Jerusalem, so on to the cross.
M Ann Margetson September 5, 1999 ©
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