Wild Horse

Bound for a time,
Lightly.
My choice to fight my halter,
To kick against the pricks.
To break my pasterns against the stall.
Tangle myself in the lead lines
Of those who would guide me.
To chafe and bleed,
Wild to break myself.
Deliver myself to the nacker
With my desperate unruly ways.
Or shall I submit myself to Thee?
Shall I take Thy bridle,
Learn Thy gaits,
Bear Thy burdens?
Shall I humble myself to serve Thee?
What then?
Learn of Thy gentleness,
Let Thee take the stones that bruise my feet,
Brush away the dirt that galls my skin.
Be guided by Thy gentle touch upon the reins
From dangers I cannot see and do not understand.
Ever watched by Thy tender care.