I remember one Tennessee Walking Horse we had that we would close in the barn with grass strings and rickety gates. That mare was beautiful. She was fast, strong, and had a big personality. She always looked awkward in that old ratty barn. She was wilder and prettier than surrounding man made covering. She always hated being in the barn, best I recall.
The Bride of Christ is like the mare we had. She is beautiful, wild, and hates being in the rickety barn. Many mares show up every Sunday to a man made building that impedes the horses' ability the run wild & free.
The horses on the outer banks of North Carolina make such a beautiful picture of how the Bride of Christ can look when She is not tied to the rickety barn.
Be free Saints!