Wesley's Horse

The little creature knew the roads. From town to town his Friend Would seek a fitting gathering space To focus on life’s end. No burden he, and speaking much To Someone Fatherly Then speaking to assembled crowds Pressed close that they might see. And some would laugh with rude disdain And some would nod assent And some would cry out for relief As Friend would urge “Repent”. The creature tethered to one side Heard thoughts rehearsed in mid-day’s ride But now with pressing tears. And folk came forward to the man Imploring more of Jesus’ Plan. Been like that now for years. A horse would think a paddock green A suiting place for rest But paths of love, with Friend above Had suited this horse best.