Our Day

It maybe you are not the sort To spare a horse a lot of thought, Yet, in your heart I think you see One spirit breathes in you ? and me. I speak no words; I shed no tears, But I have memories and fears, And love for those who love me too, And dreams, and thoughts and hopes ? like you. And when I pray I always ask, A happy home, a worth while task, Peace in my heart, some one to care, Is that so different from your prayer? This is the horse?s holiday, So will you listen while I say That I believe that God intends That you and I shall live as friends.