Ox

Dearly Beloved, Grace and Peace to you.                    

If I were an ox and You my driver, would I mind?

If love were my yoke, would I balk? If I walked a path whose way I could not see, whose end I could not know, would I complain?

If I pulled a cart laden with riches beyond my knowing, bound for strangers, would I refuse?

Oh, Driver, Brother, You who set me free, crack your whip of light. Let's walk this joyful road.

                    Deep Blessings, Pastor Steve

______________________ Copyright © Steve Garnaas-Holmes Unfolding Light www.unfoldinglight.net