Bow and Arrow
I am in Thine hands like a bow and arrow
You stretch and strain me till You see Your purpose
and then I say, "I can stand anymore!"
O that Thou wouldst not heed me at all
stretch me till Your purpose is in sight
and when I'm on mark, let fly
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