Pastor Seth – Poems and Musings


Wild horses
Loose on the plain,
Running wild
Without a rein.


Wild thoughts
Like a stampede,
Dangers galore,
Hard to impede.


Lord, please help me
Lasso my thinking.
May it yet be
Corralled, not stinking.


Harnessed and bridled,
Combed and saddled.
Every thought captive,
Wise and perceptive.

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