Divine Archer
There once was an Archer, divine
He created a love as zealous as yours and mine
Hewn from a strong and sturdy branch He fashioned a bow
From dust He created a bowstring as supple as a piece of dough
This Archer set out with bow and arrow in hand
He desired to set love’s fire to the land
With the strength of the bow, the flaming arrow sent forth
With the docility of the string, it's projectile was birthed
Neither the bow nor the string took claim
To the arrow's path, success, or shame
For they both knew, the two made one,
That, in the Archer, the victory had been won
Therefore they neither fret nor frown
And through this they have won the martyr’s crown
Resting in their Master’s hands
They had hope in their unknown plans
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