Poem - The Shy Horses - Ploughing

The Shy Horses - Ploughing

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Lead me out, take me out - to pastures new, 

Gardening in the heart - opening the true way, 

That I may walk, a gentle horse, 

Tamed with the wind, in veins, reins, 

That cannot hold me down, 

A crown of life - found, 

Hedged in around by the word, 

His word, the Masters word - just one call, 

My name - the sage, a rock of ages, 

An open book, pages and pages and pages, 

Unread, unknown, alone, overblown, outgrown. 

In the field, gentle, knowing, 

Two shy horses, nudging, nuzzle alone, 

Seeking a lost way, out through the woods, 

On grassy leaves, to our clearing, 

Where you spoke, and made us known, 

Overblown, outgrown, alone, 

My Master comes gentle, slowing down, 

A gentle sifting word, tames, 

And the rain, skins in the game, 

In the rain. 

God I want to run - full pelt, 

To feel the wind again, jumping fences, 

To fly, to charge, to rent the spirit, 

Moving through - taking you. 

Gardening in my heart, my gentle heart, 

To start to clear the ground, 

Clear a view, Jesus plant me up anew, 

Take my gardeners heart, 

Work the soil, nourish and raise the day, 

My day, a grove, a secret garden, 

Hedged and walled around, to keep out, 

And walk together, two gentle horses, 

Yoked - ploughing up the border, 

Straining against the will, the mill, 

And working, working, working, 

Renewing, building a home in me, 

Taking your place, The Shires, strong and true, 

We know, we hear, we obey - you, 

Strength harnessed, ploughing up the ground. 

Your doing something new, 

We look back, down towards to see, 

Who we are in you, the you in I, we, us. 

And you prune our growth, 

Shaping, moulding, making, moving, our way, 

The gardener makes a way in the heart, 

Trust him, know him, ask him, to increase your trust! 

We can go far, my friend, that far again...... 

Tame the wild horses, madness, in the brain, 

Gain a full heart, treasures, pleasures, 

Untold victories and triumphs, 

We make our way, learning and unlearning. 

No hate, pride, arrogance, entrapments made, 

To learn and unlearn time and again, 

Is on our side, a wide broad road we travel, 

And the walker nosing the way - asks>> 

Where is the road?????? 

A) Walker there is no road, 

Forget the road, the car and its contents, 

Come with me and step in step, 

More than the sum of our parts, 

Or numbers, or games we play, to stay safe..... 

Loving life is the game, love is my name, 

My way, my day, let go and let me be. 

Christ is in you, his glory is hope, 

Hope and glory his story, 

And ours we pray. 

All of life on benefits, 

Factoring in his nature, his ways, he pays, 

Always, and never delays, 

Always on time, rhymes to take with you, 

Saying - never forget me, I hold you, 

When you cant stand, I am the hand, 

That you hold, the band of gold, 

I am the mist, the trees, the dark, the light, 

I am the way, the hope, the dream, the need. 

Trust is love in new clothes, 

Robes that fit - a king, and I, 

Kings in a kingdom of light, bright, 

Making ourselves, and welcoming our homing. 

Staying on our own side, 

And wearing clothes that suit, 

Woven from dreams in heaven. 

Trust is a wild horse, tamed with the wind, 

Free to roam, free to fly home. 

And we scattering seeds, of love, life and laughter, 

Skip happily away, taking ourselves lightly, 

As torches, touches of kindness and love, 

Cups of goodness and joy, overflow, mingling the mix, 

That makes life rich. 

Tapestries - know no weaver, 

But his shutters flow to and fro, 

And at a stroke a thousand threads are wed, 

And the head which the heart takes apart, 

Knows no bounds and no hedge, 

Can hem us in - indeed there is no hedge. 

Trust him, love him, honour him, know him, 

Give him charge.