Slippery Reins
Once when I was a child
My reins were held by my parents
This pony once led by their rants
Now that my mustang is old
My reins still slip from my grasp
I go where this beast goes
Divorced from my old mare
I am no longer noosed
Years of service make it wary
When my child returns at half-time
He takes my reins playfully
Taming my mustang without a whine
When he dismounts for her
I lose sight of my destination
Someday, I'll bridle without a bother
Then I won’t be ridden by my beast
The saddle will find its place
Someday my racing heart will cease
Together we’ll limp to the finish line
Our eyes on the journey before us
Not fixing my gaze side to side
This bronco will find its stride
Confident in my equestrian skills
I’ll cross the line in an easy ride
Then no longer reign or be reined
Ready for the glue factory in style
As Jesus cries he is finished
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