You would not believe it!
You could not conceive it!
A donkey that talks--how absurd!
And yet it has happened,
So I'll just stop yappin'
And tell you the truth from God's Word.
There once was a king,
A Moabite king,
King Balak by name, don't you know?
He got all excited
For Jews now resided
In Moabite land high and low.
The king so distressed,
In his fear he expressed,
"These Jews will take over, I fear!"
So he sent for old Balaam...
These Jews, he would nail 'em,
But the prophet refused to draw near.
But Balak persisted,
O how he persisted!
He sent Balaam princes and bribes,
So at God's direction
He made no objection
Though he was still fraught with bad vibes.
A curse on the Jews
King Balak pursued,
But God chose His people to bless.
This prophet elected
Must be redirected
And so Balaam God did address.
But Balaam's direction
Was not God's intention,
And so a surprise was in store.
And plodding along
On his donkey so strong
An angel of God stood before.
And turning aside
In the field he would hide
The donkey responded in fear,
But Balaam upset
On his donkey beset
Knowing not that an angel was near.
So after a beating,
Hee-hawing, retreating,
The donkey was forced to return.
At Balaam's insistence
He shortened the distance,
The donkey could make no U-turn.
Not very broad-minded,
Still Balaam was blinded,
No angel of God could he see,
From the angel recoiling,
The donkey was toiling,
And crushed Balaam's foot to break free.
Again came a beating,
The poor donkey bleating,
The angel still stood in the way.
With no way around
The donkey fell down,
And Balaam struck him in dismay.
I just can't believe it!
I just can't conceive it!
But out of the mouth of this ass:
"Just why have you beat me,
Abuse and mistreat me,
Have I ever given you sass?"
At last made aware,
With no further fanfare,
Balaam's eyes were opened to see.
The donkey's resistance
Had saved his existence,
And Balaam then fell on his knees.
Sometimes God protects us,
His Spirit has checked us,
When we go our own selfish way.
We must be reminded
Sometimes we are blinded,
His Word we must not disobey.
Numbers 22:1-35
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