I am a beautiful arrow
Who only has one archer,
And only goes where my archer sends me.
What I lack in size I possess in heart.
Created to be mighty & steadfast,
Powerful enough to pierce the hardest of hearts.
I admit that I’ve hit a few trees,
And lost my way in many tall weeds.
I have scraps and dents; I’ve been bruised and bent.
But my archer says I am his beautiful arrow.
He has never led me astray or left me behind,
Because he says I am irreplaceable; one of a kind.
He cleans me when I’m dirty and mends me when I’m broken.
Sometimes I get new feathers,
Just to remind me I am his treasured token.
But I am not the only arrow, my archer has many like me.
Each have their flaws, their chips and their cracks.
Yet each have a place in his heart and a space in his pack.
We are his beautiful arrows,
Created to be mighty and strong.
Here to save his people, who won’t be here long.
His kingdom is vast, the road is long and rough.
And even though we arrows are ready,
There are still not enough.
You are his beautiful arrow,
Who has been commissioned to go.
Will you help us? My archer has readied his bow.
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A clip of His 1000 Gifts:
57. Fields of tall grass dancing in the wind.
58. The crackling of a fire.
59. Green metal fences, rusty but strong.
