Rode My Mare Here and There

Had rode my mare here there and everywhere; Path was with rocks having been hard to bare, Places that are seen did appear deep in despair; Prayed and with God my experiences did share. Often may be many things that about will care; My soul damaged, torn up and left in disrepair; Being with God in heaven shall start to prepare, Even after ending up old and left with gray hair. God, all things that you gave me I am well aware; My holy magnificent savior being beyond compare; Being both brilliant and vibrant with a bright glare; In heaven for me, He has remained waiting there. Jim Horn Guess you would call this a couplet.