DARE TO MOUNT

Open the gate wide

The Great Steed approaches

Silent are His hoofs upon the ground

He comes, but unannounced

Is this the way of the Victor?

Surely, He would know

For He has conquered many a land

And the people have spoken of His prowess

But this day and for this time

He stands still, waiting . . .

Waiting for what?

Waiting for the rider?

And who are we in this great scheme of things?

Who do we represent in this life

And what power do we have to change our position,

To change our future

To alter even our past?

We’ve been invited to ride

A great stallion, a steed

The Victor

And we hold off

Because we want to be in control

For once we mount,
the horse has full Power to take us
where He will

We wait for another day

When we’re not busy

For surely the journey could take

A long time

It would take as long as the Steed decides

And we’re not sure
if we have that much time to spare

We stop in place

Not mounting, but thinking about it

Considering all the possibilities of what could happen

Once we mounted

Thinking about what we would miss out on

While riding the Steed

Thinking about how we would look

While riding the Steed

Thinking about what weight would encumber us

While riding the Steed

Thinking and thinking and thinking . . .

And the Steed leaves our side

He has better things to do than wait

For our shallow conclusion

No, He’s looking for a rider

Who approaches Him

With eyes wide open and ablaze with purpose

He looks for the one who mounts the Steed

Never looking back

Never considering what he gave up

Never wondering how he looks to others

Never thinking about how long the journey might be

Never focusing on what was lost, put away

To take the journey

He’s looking . . .

Searching for the ones willing to ride

What will He find as He comes near you?

Is your heart willing?

Are you afraid of His approach?

I assure you, He is a Gentlemen

No one mounts without their permission

No one is forced to go His Way

No one is coerced into believing

That the ride will be anything different than it is

No one is charmed into a false adventure

Consider it all gain, to lose yourself

To gain what you could never attain on your own

To ride the great clouds upon a Steed

Whose Name is Faithful and True

To the Ride .  . .