My darling, you are like a mare among the king’s stallions. –Song of Solomon 1:9
I am a blessed mare, a favorite of my Master. I was born a servant and a lowly member of my Master’s work force; nevertheless, He has elevated my position. In the morning, I eat straight from my Master’s hand, growing in stature and strength. In the afternoon, I run and play in my Master’s fields, basking in the warm sunlight. In the evening, my Master tends to my wounds where I stumbled on a stone or was bitten by rats or stung by bees near the dark forest. Master bathes me and refreshes me with cool, clean water, making me like a new creature, a horse of a different color. At night, I sleep in my Master’s stables on a large, soft bed of fresh hay cut just for me. I rest peacefully, knowing I am safe in my Master’s love and provision.
But these are the leat of my joys. My true pleasure is when my Master calls me to His work. He places a bit in my mouth to gently lead me where I go until I am astute enough to hear His every instruction. He straps a harness on my back: a yoke to keep me on the straight path. Over my eyes He places blinders to remove distractions and terrors from my line of vision. When I reach our destination, my Master rewards me with a special treat that is unique to my desires. The greatest prize, however, is the satisfaction that fills my heart in knowing I served my Master well.
“Well done, my good and faithful Princess,” He says.
When I return home, my Master gives special attention to me, removing dirt from my shoes, brushing my mane, patting my back, embracing my neck. I am like His child; not just a humble slave, but a noble treasure.