The steeds of angels they could of been, Or heavenly beings dancing in the mist. The ponies of fairies, hair magically woven with orchids, Or even a seaside Pegasus, with hair sleek and sun-kissed.
But no, God said, it's not like Me, To hide this beauty from My people, from the sheep who are Mine. So in our hands He placed a most precious gift, The mystical, wonderful, beautiful, equine.
The steeds of angels they could of been,
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The ponies of fairies, hair magically woven with orchids,
Or even a seaside Pegasus, with hair sleek and sun-kissed.
But no, God said, it's not like Me,
To hide this beauty from My people, from the sheep who are Mine.
So in our hands He placed a most precious gift,
The mystical, wonderful, beautiful, equine.