Some
years have been burdened with numerous toils:
Deep snows, muddy clay, and hard-packed soils.
But the Master has been
there to slacken the traces,
Or encourage then along through life’s daily paces.
His whistle they come to, His voice pricks their ears,
They’ve felt His love through the reins for so
many good years.
They know they can trust Him; they’ve never felt fear—
They wait, quietly and calmly,
knowing He’s near.
They’ve had good feed in their mangers, fresh water in their tanks,
And for
the few extra oats, they’ve always nickered their thanks.
He’s cleaned up their wounds, brushed out sweaty
coats,
Rubbed
down aching muscles, with kind, praising notes.
They’ve lived a good life,
even through the hard times—
The two striving together…the Master holding the lines.
And He’ll continue
to guide them each day down the road,
For their faith in the Master gives them the strength for each load.