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Dapple Gray
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Doors To God
SPECIAL OCCASION SERMONS
Rural Life Sunday • Rural Life Sunday
I had a little pony
His name was Dapple Gray;
I lent him to a lady
To ride a mile away.
She whipped him, she lashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now
For all the lady’s hire.9
'Dapple Gray' is one of our finest nursery rhymes on the subject of stewardship. The lady to whom Dapple Gray was 'lent' was a steward, a poor steward to be sure, but, nonetheless, a steward, one to whom had been entrusted the property of another.
I had a little pony
His name was Dapple Gray;
I lent him to a lady
To ride a mile away.
She whipped him, she lashed him,
She rode him through the mire;
I would not lend my pony now
For all the lady’s hire.9
'Dapple Gray' is one of our finest nursery rhymes on the subject of stewardship. The lady to whom Dapple Gray was 'lent' was a steward, a poor steward to be sure, but, nonetheless, a steward, one to whom had been entrusted the property of another.

