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The Donkey
By G. K. Chesterton

When fishes flew and forests walked
And figs grew upon thorn,
Some moment when the moon was blood
Then surely I was born.

With monstrous head and sickening cry
And ears like errant wings,
The devil’s walking parody
On all four-footed things.

The tattered outlaw of the earth,
Of ancient crooked will;
Starve, scourge, deride me: I am dumb,
I keep my secret still.

Fools! For I also had my hour;
One far fierce hour and sweet:
There was a shout about my ears,
And palms before my feet.

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I may be the only Christian who dislikes this sort of thing - I think it distracts focus from the actual foreshadowing of prophecy and purpose of the first triumphal entry. *wince*

 

It was a nice thought sharing and hopefully blesses others though. Hosanna!

 

ETA - lessened the killjoy vibe :lol:

Edited by Arctic Mama

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