On him he rode,
En route to be rendered,
So I can meet his majesty,
If I in him with him abide.
On him he rode,
En route to surrender,
His being, himself, his life,
So I can breathe forever,
This beast of burden,
For some, basic transportation,
Though milder in speed than horses,
Out speeds the horse in age.
Dum Dum the donkey,
As has often been referred to,
Gifted with outmost caution,
And cannot be pushed.
If I had twelve men of muscle,
Amongst them Andre and Pedro,
All men of fish well-seasoned,
I would prefer the palanquin.
The race is not for the swift
His word to us did echo
As was with the inching tortoise
That out raced the hare we read
But the Prince of Peace he bore
A flag of peace and not war
To serve and save the poor
Entering to grant us more
Palms waving high
As the time drew nigh
For the king to be mounted
In blood to save mankind
I am yet a King to find
In this vast and distant world
That so low a path will tread
If granted a wish his last
My heart is all he longs for
To be my shield and buckler
My guide in time through pathways
That lead to his mighty doorway.
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