I am utterly terrified of horses When i was 5 they bit me When i was 10 they bucked me At 15 they threw me And at 16 they dragged me Maybe it was because of all the glue i ate as a kid Whatever it might be, I've come to learn us tall folks Best keep our feet on the ground I still love to watch a horse The power of God displayed in the movement Rising and falling of such a noble beast The grace of God found in The grazing pastures high in the mountains In the same way i believe my self to be a horse This rebellious nature yearns to break All bonds of fellowship and love Yearns to be outside of the crushing expectations I've been placed under Thankfully my master is good kind and wise He is good because he bought me at a great price He is kind because i have not been made into glue He is wise because of the fences he has built for me Each time I break free Each time i run, he doesn't yell He doesn't get angry, cuss or get his gun He wants me back but not at the sake Jading me to scorn and rejection
What i perceive as glory is not true glory What i know to be true may not be true When once i sought to be a mustang free A plow horse is my true destiny Not to say i am broken down But to say he is building me up Building me to be strong Building me to be steadfast and unwavering Just as he is these things Where others see entrapment i see a freedom Greater than the mustang would find over that hill Such freedom that frees me still I've traded up in this system I've traded my burdens for a joy unending I've traded my chains for a cross all powerful
I've found a cross within these fences Found a freedom that should not be Daily I must carry it Daily i must die This yoke is light The responsibility is heavy How do i follow in the footsteps You who've gone before You can teach an old dog new tricks But can you teach a workhorse how to love Teach him work to find the pearl buried in the field Teach him to sell himself to find it Teach him that eternal life is nothing without eternal love
If you are pardoned by the King You owe him your life If you want to live, First you must die As the farmer works the fields As horse pulls the plow So too must i work He is teaching me how