Tied to a post,
He blinked his long lashes,
Enjoying the hay as he chewed it.
Comfortable
He stood in the shade,
Not a care in the world as he knew it.
For all of his life,
(Which hadn't been lengthy)
He'd never been mounted and ridden.
Since the day of his birth,
He'd been favored and furnished,
And to work, he had never been bidden.
And maybe he thought
To himself as he stood there,
And wondered where life would direct him,
And whether some One,
Had a purpose in mind,
And someday would chance to select him.
But a post and a rope,
Don't lend much to adventure,
And for now he was more than contented
To live and observe,
From inside of this circle,
Outside of which he was prevented.
Then came the time,
He was suddenly loosed
From his stake by the small village gate.
And why they untied him,
(The question was asked)
Was not just a product of fate.
For there was a task,
Just a little assignment,
This colt had a purpose indeed.
It wasn't so easy,
Nor gilded with glamor,
But the Lord, yes, the Lord had a need!
I'm sometimes confined,
To a self-centered circle,
Enjoying the life I've been living,
Blind to the work,
And the more noble calling,
The purpose that I have been given.
Maybe it's time,
That this post is extracted,
This entangling rope is untied.
Maybe today,
Is the day that He needs me,
To fill a small role by His side.
Lord, will you loose me?
Is there a duty?
Where am I needed the most?
I do not want
To miss being selected,
Because I am tied to a post.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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