This framed print & poem is perfect for the western lover in your circle of friends and family! Poem is below.

A Kindly Hand

Like hand in glove we work as one,
We know each other well;
Where I end and he begins,
It's really hard to tell.

There was a time it wasn't so,
I wanted my own way.
I bowed my neck and he replied,
"That just doesn't play."

Then, he did the strangest thing;
He let me take the lead.
I jumped the fence, kicked up my heals,
"I am the mighty steed!"

I could have gone on all day long,
Rulin' my own world,
Until that scary old tumble weed,
Blew up and went atwirl!

Over my head and all around,
Dark clouds were hanging low.
I remembered the man upon my back,
"Lord, which way do I go?"

"You finally got it right," he said.
"We really are just one,
I am the head; you are the legs,
Now giddup, boy, and run!"

He never said, "I told you so,"
Or "that ain't in my plan."
Instead, my Lord just took me back
Into his kindly hand.