by Milo Mills
The donkey stood in his stall that night
And blinked at the glory of heavenly light
That filled the stable where Jesus lay.
And he heard the voices of angels say,
“Glory to God in the highest! Peace to men!”
And then all about, again, and again,
The heavenly hosts sang; and the donkey’s ear
Twitched in wonder of those so near:
The Mother Mary, Joseph, the Child—
The Precious Savior, tiny and mild.
The donkey stood in his stall, and he
Was privileged to see the majesty
Of a Savior King, God’s own Son.
Oh, wasn’t he lucky to be one
Of the creatures bathed in golden light
When Christ was born on Christmas night!