See the stallion free of noose
Running wild running loose

Now see the one whose chained by rope
The heart  is sick and losing hope.

Break not thy spirit, be gentle with him
He has a job to fulfill unto men.

Waiting is he to loose that which binds
Go to thy brother and unlock his mind.

Where there is freedom, My heart it soars
Many valiant horses are bound tight and sore.

Once they are loosened run fast they will
Serving Thy Kingdom in My perfect will.

(Shelly Wilson, April 24, 2015)