The stallion waves his mighty main and stomps upon the ground
He thunders down the rolling hills on which he can be found

He calls his mare and she comes to him, as quickly as she can
She does not dare to disobey for fear of angering him

Though mighty and foreboding, the lion and the cougar
Can not harm this mighty beast with breath that is like thunder

No hand can tame this beauty, nor can he with a word be stilled
But even in the midst of this something can control him

The Lord of hosts who made him, his haunches and his withers
Can calm the mighty stallion and can bend him to His will

So however proud the stallion be he should not ever forget
That there is one more powerful who can control him yet.