He Rode a Borrowed Burro
by Marcia N. Lynch
“He Rode a Borrowed Burro” read by Marcia N. Lynch.
He rode a borrowed burro,
A colt with stuttered gait.
Stepping over palm leaves,
He marched on to His fate.
Not a strutting stallion,
Announced with horn and song,
But with loud hosannas
The grateful joined the throng.
Like a child’s puppet show
Imitates what’s true,
They knew this was not make-believe,
Their King was marching through.
Shedding cloaks, they carpeted
His path to sin’s defeat,
As prideful hearts must all bow down
And fall beneath His feet.
Did they know that this parade,
With shouts of “Blessed is He!”
Would echo praise in heaven
For all eternity?
About the Poet
Once upon a time, Marcia N. Lynch was a children’s film editor, crafting live-action fairy tales for PBS. She and her husband of 41 years live in Arlington, Virginia, where one of her poems was chosen by the ArlingtonArts Moving Words competition to ride around on the local buses. She has just published her first book of poetry for children, available on Amazon, Dear Miss Tickle: Poetry and Art for the Young at Heart.
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