I am an ox
called big and slow.
My job is to pull
and take them where they go.
They load all they have
and I pull the heavy cart.
It’s not an easy task
it takes all my heart.
I am yoked,
which means I’m bound,
so I focus on one step
and keep my eyes to the ground.
Just when the load
becomes too heavy to bear
I finally realize
another is right there
working next to me
pulling and sharing the weight.
When I am weak
or tired He does not hesitate.
Suddenly,
we become a team of one
and I know
together we can get it done.
The yoke on my neck
is no burden I now see
but a blessing
to reach the potential inside of me.
© 2016 ck’s days
What a great Poem! Thank you!!
Thank you for reading ☺️