May I Be Your Bow

Lord, let me be a bow on which You count,
That arrows shot by You with me fly true
So truth through me will not bring any doubt
That what You say through me comes straight from You.

May I submit each day to cleansing breath
That Father breathes through You to make me pure,
So arrows shot with me will bring Your death
On Cross which is for sin Your only cure.

And then, I pray, aim true with Your new life
To bring to every heart You penetrate–
Will show to all that You are their true light
That comes from heav’n to save us from sin’s fate.

May I rejoice as You wax clean my string
That arrows shot from me will of You sing.