the nudge of the rein to a horse that’s willing.
But without our will in tune with Him,
we carry on blind, impaired of our vision.
we charge to the front, as though we had foresight to see;
all the lay of the land,
that we’re never meant to perceive.
With our intelligence, all our education,
we cannot even begin,
to navigate our way, to seek to untangle the string…
of all the choices, all the feelings,
all the myriad of motives and opinions;
that have brought us to where we are today,
wholly dependent on Him to highlight our way.
reminded of our need to submit.
Reminded of our need to draw into line -
so that we can be guided, rather than blindly lead from behind.
the pull of the bit to a horse that’s willing.
It only knows what its master deems to reveal.
His way made clear to us, only as we yield.