The music was playing . . .
She couldn't wait to go.
Her horse of many colors taking her . . .
where, she did not know.

Filled with such expectations . . .
what would she find?
As the carousel began turning . . .
there seemed like nothing but time.

For the ride had just started . . .
she never thought of the end.
Perhaps she would ride this pony . . .
forever again . . . . and again.

She held tightly to the reigns . . .
as it took her up to the top.
Then with a 'swoop' in her tummy . . .
the pony would drop.

The 'gold ring' she could see
as it gleamed in the lights.
Her tiny fingers wanted to grab it . . .
and hold it so tight.

Would she get it this time?
Would the next be the one?
Or would she have just the
      thrill of the ride . . .
when it was all done?

Today, when I see the bright horses . . .
on a rainbow carousel,
I now realize it had a . . .
very special story to tell.

As with the pink pony . . .
on the ride she loved so,
came the part of the ride
that seemed to take her so low.

What she has to remember,
as in days long ago.
She could count on her pony . . .
once again, to the top he would go.

Now, as she rides on life's carousel . . . .
each moment a 'glittering ring' . . .
She grabs it and holds it . . .
with the blessings it brings.

First, we are up . . .
and then we are down.
Our lives' filled with clatter . . . .
not always the pipe-organ's sound.

Each little girl who's gone
      'round and 'round . . .
on a carousel covered with lights . . .
knows it gave her a peek into . . .
the many days of her life.

First, we choose the blue pony . . .
and then the green.
The ride that we get is never . . .
what we thought it would be.

Oh, but it's so glorious . . .
the music's so grand.
I wouldn't have missed this ride . . .
for all the gold in the land.

The music was playing . . .
She couldn't wait to go.
Her horse of many colors taking her . . .
where, she did not know.

~ Misty Taggart ~
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"And we know that all things work together for good to those who love God, to those who are the called according to His purpose."
Romans 8:28