No person of honor would ride on you
Beast of burden is your job description
Until that fateful day, your only job was to carry items from market to market
Then a gentle man appeared
He had a task for you like no other
You were to be his steed through the gates
It was a perfect job
For a day you got to feel like a horse
It wasn't until that gentle man hung on the Cross that his identity was revealed
King of kings
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