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It is almost time
to let the arrow fly,
A kairos moment
does draw nigh.
The archer waits,
pulling full back
His sinewy string,
bending his bow
So through the air
its shaft will sing.
On archer we wait
and not an hour
Do we find sleep,
staying ever ready,
Watching for him
the just right time,
When winds do blow
for those inclined,
And God sets afire
souls of Thine.
We ask the wind
to stir our hearts,
To touch our lips
to sing God praise;
May Your holy glory,
the anointed time,
Come like a thief
in the dark night,
But finding us ready,
the arrow's tip.
Matthew 24:32-51
Matthew 26:40-45
Mark 1:14-15
Luke 12:54-56
John 3:8
Titus 1:4
Psalm 127 |
