The Arrow of the Lord, a Poem

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The Lord’s Arrow

Oh sweet embrace
Wrap me no matter the cost
Resting on the strings of grace
Now propelled by an unseen force

On this awesome road call narrow
I find myself, the Lord’s arrow
Straight ahead, I’ll never miss
Faster and faster, forever amazed by His greatness

O Rushing Wind
Constant and true desire
My blushing skin
Stands alone in choir

On this awesome road call narrow
I find myself, the Lord’s arrow
Everything is in sight now
At life’s end, to you alone I bow

Straight ahead, straight ahead……

Image Credit: Chris Smith/Out of Chicago cc