Our Lord’s Bow

For us, O Lord, You bend Your bow
     And shoot Your arrows straight:
Hit Adam’s heart where we each sow
     Our death that is sin’s fate.

With love is every arrow tipped,
     Will hit each heart and heal,
And loosen in us Satan’s grip
     Who tried to each heart steal.

Those arrows will not be withdrawn
     For Your love never leaves–
Will open us to coming dawn
     And to our full reprieve.

We see Your bow across the sky
     And know our storms have passed,
For to us all you’re always nigh:
     Our future with You lasts.