Who awarded the horse its strength?
Who cloaked it with thunder?
The glory of its majesty
Fills the heart with wonder!
His nostrils snort a mighty breath,
He paws the valley floor!
He charges into battle with
A loud and fearsome roar!
He won't withdraw from spear or sword,
He mocks his frightened foe!
He lifts his legs into the air,
And lands a crushing blow!
A captain calls him from afar,
The sound rings in his ears!
His speed confounds the enemy,
Their arrows and their spears!
And only when the trumpet blasts
Will his fierceness relent.
With victory comes his reward,
To graze 'til he's content!
Who is the horse's architect?
Who set him on his course?
Whose absolute authority
Gave power to the horse?
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord,
“plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give
you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come
and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek
me and find me when you seek me with all your heart."