I Am The Arrow Which He Sharpens And Keeps In The Quiver On His Back. Poem by Dr. Antony Theodore

God has poured out
his love on me.
So I live in hope even
in utter hopelessness.

When my future is bleak
I look for the light
from the heavens.
The flare of the eternal
flame shall fall on my face.


I am in his quiver on his back.
He will sharpen me
as his most powerful arrow.
He carries me always on his back.

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