"String"

In the dark I hear them nicker,

As they trot in for their feed,

A gentle eye and velvet nose,

Their smell and touch I need.

For these boys and ladies,

Have now become my string,

And each one has a special place,

And each their talents bring.

Some are bred to watch a cow,

Others, not so much,

But it’s not their DNA,

But how soft their touch.

And how well they respond to me,

When I ask them to,

It’s all about that silent bond,

And whatever job they do.

I often think that God above,

Calls us in the dark,

To come and get what He provides,

To feed our hungry hearts.

And when comes time for Him to use,

It’s not how well we’re bred,

But if we yield to His control,

And if to self we’re dead.

How soft the touch, the Master’s hand,

Will guide the way to go,

And we are special in His string,

It sure is good to know.

My horses hold a special place,

The bond runs sweet and strong,

I pray with Jesus, just the same,

For we to Him belong.

“He chose to give birth to us by giving us His true word. And we, out of all creation, became His prized possession.” (James 1:18, NLT)

Our natural birth was a gift from God, but when we are born again we are brought into a new relationship with Him. James tells us that out of all that God created, we are His prized possession. This gives us a unique place with the Lord. It is a place of peace and purpose, and ultimately expresses God’s love for others through us. Though this life gives us much to endure, our relationship with the Lord Jesus gives us far more to enjoy.

Lord, help us live thankfully and cooperate with Your direction of our lives, in Jesus’ name.

Art by Steve Devenyns, stevedevenyns.com. Used by permission. Thanks, Steve, and God bless you.