Arrow Poem by Adam Thoms

An arrow wasn't made for a quiver
An arrow was made for a bow

Lead me divine archer
Direct my departure

In Your quiver I am stored
'til I'm shot on Your accord
Polished sharpened as a sword
Fear the war hear His reward

An arrow wasn't made for a quiver
An arrow was made for a bow

He flew me like a sparrow
Into the enemy like an arrow

An arrow wasn't made for a quiver
An arrow was made for a bow

Lead me Divine Archer
Direct my departure

In Your quiver I am stored
'til I'm shot on Your accord
Polished sharpened like a sword
Fear the war hear His reward.