Little Gray Donkey Johnny Cash

(Oh, carry her safe to Bethlehem)
(Little gray donkey, tonight)
(A miracle rests on your four small feet)
(Little gray donkey, tonight)

You know, after six days of creating the world
The Lord has surely earned His seventh day of rest
For instance, take the day He created the animals
Just as He was about finished, He picked up one more piece of clay
After shaping it to His liking, He added a pinch of courage, a dab of humility, six grains of faithfulness
This one He made just a little bit ugly
But He gave it a big handful of solemn wisdom
Gave it a little pat, and sent it on its way

And then, upon a winter's day, and in the long ago
The dusty road to Bethlehem was trod by many feet
And in that throng, a donkey walked, a donkey small and gray
As donkeys plod their donkey days, in cold, or rain, or heat
No hand reached out to touch him as he went his donkey way
No scribe set down his donkey name for men unborn to say

No eye could see a radiance about this lowly one
Who plodded on to Bethlehem, with Mary, and God's Son

(Oh, carry her safe to Bethlehem)
Little gray donkey, tonight
(A miracle rests on your four small feet)
Little gray donkey, tonight