Quickening

I met God one night

on a blackened road

in a nasty curve

I saw the light

Sin like ancient iron

curled around my neck

He cast it in the fire

my soul straightened

    like a stick

All to You I owe

I'm the arrow

In Your bow

Pull me from

    Your quiver

with aim You wind

    the string

and shoot me on to Heaven

with every soul that I can bring