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The Ox

by Nina Jackson

Here in my cave I spend my days
baying and praying in my own ways
I'm not deserving I'm just an ox
Still, Lord I'll offer my feeding box

Mary came into my home
She sought shelter beneath my lowly dome
My friend the ass bowed his head
Gave up his hay for God's bed

I saw angels I saw light
I heard the heavens rejoice through the night
The shepherds came to sing their praise
The angels sang this short phrase:

Glory to God in the highest!
As Mary held her babe to her breast
A star was formed above the cave
To mark the gift that God gave

I'm only an ox, yes, indeed
But on that day I gave up my feed
My Lord He asked, and of course I gave
For all the world He came to save

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