By Mark Bishop
He's been trying to free this heart my pride's been killing
I don't now where he guides me so he won't find me willing
Even a donkey knows his master's voice
but I've been chomping on the bit trying to make my own choice
I don't trust the one who rides me
because he tries and refines me
when everything inside me wishes he wouldn't be so loving
wishes he cared a little less
about giving me the best
and just left me for the wreck toward which I'm going
Yet his love's enduring
and despite my swerving, jerking and being all around a bad horse
He speaks, stills my heart
and steers me back on course
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