Seeing traces put on tenderly…
Straps pulling together,
To help him run obediently!
He’d been a good puller once
but now had run free for months…
To stay homebound,
A TV preacher’s plus!
Like when first Spirit-filled,*
Distractions not only self-willed…
His great distraction,
With effort, that voice he stilled.
Joy then came in a flood,
Bathed in Spirit by His blood…
The man cried,
Praising God for all that is good!
A stallion sometimes corralled,
Ain’t ready to give it his all…
Anger and fear
Of the familiar near,
Please pray that his pride would fall!
*Please Note:Whenever this poet writes Spirit (with the “S” capitalized —or in upper case) he is referring to the Holy Spirit of God most high—as defined by the Bible.