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.
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