O, God of all things living,
We offer up a prayer
For all your special
Entrusted to our care;
The little twisted body
The young beclouded mind
Which such undreamed of freedom
Can with a pony find.
The whellchair stands abandoned,
The sticks are cast aside
When, starry-eyed with pleasure,
They come with us to ride;
And surely none would blame us
If we should proudly say -
"O, God of little children,
We carry you today".
PRUE M GUILD
This gift is in appreciation and
remembrance of the many happy days
and
hours I have been so fortunate
to share with all riders,
helper and horses of Taupo
Riding for the Disabled.
from Pen Smith (1987)
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