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THE BORROWERHe borrowed a stable in which to be born;And later confessed that he had no bed.He borrowed a basket that bright spring morn;Sent the people away, their hunger fed.He borrowed a boat from which to preachHis Father’s love to sinful men;They stood that day on Galilee’s beach,Longing to hear his message again.He borrowed a donkey, on which to rideWith royal blessings from on high;To hear the proud city his name deride,Scornfully bidding him pass by.He borrowed a room in which to meetHis friends, the sacred feast to keep of old;But the towel to dry his disciples’ feetWas not his; nor the holy table His to hold.He borrowed a cross on which to die,A ransom from sin, a life laid down.He borrowed a tomb in which to lieYet the great universe was his own.