Wild Horses Across the sage the wild herd moves, manes like banners blown, Their iron hooves ring metronomes on earth they’ve always known; They read the wind, they map the streams in tracks of dust and light Learn freedom yoked to memory, and travel by what’s right. The Lord God shaped their sinewed grace to teach our feet His might. A lead mare chooses waterholes, a stallion guards the rim; They circle foals with watchful eyes when dusk comes blue and dim. Take counsel from their living ring: let courage serve the small; Make strength a shelter, not a throne, and answer duty’s call. The Lord God wrote such order first, and set it in them all. They speak in flick of ear and tail, in breath and shoulder lean No wasted noise, yet every heart kept close and understood. So practice quiet languages that gather scattered kin; Let presence be your grammar and let kindness be your spin. The Lord God tuned their silent talk to shape our common good. When thunder builds inside their ribs, they never break the land; They pace their speed, conserve their fire, move light as drifting sand. Run hard, but carry mercy too; keep rest within your stride Endurance without gentleness turns freedom into pride. The Lord God gave their tireless run to teach our souls to ride.