“Then God will come into view,
his arrows flashing like lightning!”
The Lord is My Archer
Lowering himself, he carefully chooses
The living arrow that he hast made
My life has been polished just for this
Made smooth and sharp by wise hands that see
For this very precise and holy moment
To be fitted– simple notch to taut string.
The strong bow and ready arrow meet
And boldly dispatched with an eye so sure.