this is an old post… but I’m posting again.

I cannot claim to know your depths or even begin to see your heights. I am not worthy to lay prostrate before You, Yet YOU have come to ME. When all the arrows have made there hit and I find my shield was not raised, my sword was sheathed, and belt not buckled Please… Pull the arrows from the wounds, and remind me once more we’ve won.

Written by gangwish