Hearts and Horseshoes

A heart is like a horseshoe,

The value of each established by me or you.

A new heart is warm, soft and more,

A horseshoe is formed from red hot iron ore.

Experiences of life can turn a heart cold,

Molten ore is poured into a special mold.

A heart is banged and battered it’s whole life through,

The mold is opened to reveal a cold hard horseshoe.

God touches the heart, and warmth returns, we know.

The farrier heats the horseshoe to a warm red glow.

Warm hearts do the work of God,

A horse performs well when correctly shod.

Hearts and horseshoes cold and hard are not worth much,

Yet priceless warmed and shaped by the Master’s touch.

Dale Hensley

November, 2004