Ready for the go-ahead

When I was fourThey let me ride upon a horse,But held the reins.I wondered why.Even though I felt grown-up inside,A wiser parent protected me from harm.

It's that way still:God holds the reinsAnd will not let me go in pathsBefore their time.Now, instead of questioning why,I'm patiently preparing for the go-ahead.

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