The Mighty Horse
God has not forgotten you, Mighty Horse.
At one time you ran through canyons,
and green meadows
never before seen by men.
You were as free as the icy waters
which come from snow-capped mountains.
Free to go anywhere you wanted.
You tossed your head in defiance.
Your mane shimmered with magnificence.
Like a king, you stood,
hidden away in a dream-like world
of sweet, fragrant grasses.
God allowed men to rule over you.
But He never allowed men
to tame your spirit.
It remains proud and free.
Even though you are a servant
to men now, you show great strength.
You have retained the noble spirit-soul
of a Warrior King.
Janet Marie Bingham
Copyright © Janet Bingham | Year Posted 2018
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