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