He is like a wild stallion
Lord, I'll never keep him fenced in!
He rares up and bucks me
When I try to steer him from sin.
He likes wide open spaces...
To frolic with fillies each night.
Lord, he's young and unbroken,
I can't seem to train this one right.
As a youngster he did learn
Your ways and he did know Your Word...
But his mind's out to pasture
He's forgotten each truth that he's heard.
He's not quite there yet but
Determined to live life his way...
Lord, I've tried but can't stop him!
O, what can a mom do but pray?!
Please round him up, rope him,
Lord, move him into Your corral.
You're the one who designed him
And he needs You as his saddle pal.
I've tried running beside him
But a parent cannot be a friend.
As the Good Book has taught us
All young colts must be disciplined.
O, Lord break him and make him
Into all You've created him for...
While I stress over his wild streak
I know You see into his core.
I know that childhood commitment
Is still buried somewhere deep within.
Prevent that bad bull who stalks him
From destroying his future with sin.
Lord, I'm expecting to see him
In that final roundup in the sky!
Lord, I do have your promise...
It's branded in The Book I live by.
October 6, 2015
~~ Dedicated to Pastor Andy,
And to my sons, Tommy and Terry~~
The rod and reproof give wisdom; But a child left to himself
causeth shame to his mother.
My son, keep the commandment of thy father, And forsake
not the law of thy mother:
Train up a child in the way he should go, And even when
he is old he will not depart from it.
Though hand join in hand, the wicked shall not be unpunished:
but the seed of the righteous shall be delivered.
But thus saith the Lord, Even the captives of the mighty
shall be taken away, and the prey of the terrible shall be
delivered: for I will contend with him that contendeth with thee, and I will save thy children.