Iíve ridden in the beauty of a
mountain meadow and walked
the cement floors in a prison.
Iíve heard the gurgling of forest
streams and heard the slamming
of steel gates.
Iíve felt the grip of an inmateís
hand as I was thanked for being
Iíve felt the hug from a stranger
for encouraging them with Godís
From pastures to prisons God has
caused me to ride many trails,
but none so rewarding as the one
that led me to Christ.