Rock History

A horse stood with me, there in my plight,
Plight tangible, yet He is not.
Not there – invisible to others, but real to me.
Golden coat, silver mane, his stride is mine.

Plight tangible, he walks beside me.
Me, His child, but at that time I barely knew it.
Golden coat, silver mane, His stride is mine.
Mine so that I may lean on Him.

Me, His child, but at that time, I barely knew it.
It was because of my finances.
Mine so that I may lean on Him.
Him who is my Rock, horse shaped.

It was because of my finances.
Finances that were in a state of flux.
Him, who is my Rock, horse shaped.
Shaped equine for me then, but now He is friend within.

Finances that were in a state of flux.
Not there – invisible to others, but real to me.
Shaped equine for me then, but now He is friend within.
A horse stood with me, there in my plight.

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