If I was a farrier back then, before they went to Bethlehem
Joseph may have used my service to give that donkey a trim
He knew of the rough country and the burden of Mary with her unborn baby.
Before Jesus was born I may have served Him.
Like always, it would’ve been good to stay on trimming schedules
Because men were coming to kill all the young males
So when King Herod set the decree, the donkey was ready to help the family flee
Down to Egypt over rocky trails.
Through most of His years He walked around and fed people lunch
He was a carpenter who healed, did miracles and such
The next horse He rode I probably didn’t trim, because it was not broke, I am told
I guess then He didn’t need my service much.
But I know He kept my name and number for future need
I believe He is coming back, so my name is in that Book, indeed.
Every horse I shoe I keep the clinches tight, because He’ll be riding when He comes for the last fight.
And maybe He’ll choose me to shoe the mighty steed.
