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He made me a polished arrow; in His quiver has He hid me.


Not a wood came forth straight and ready for the use of the master’s arrow, but by his hands and wisdom He has removed the bumps and imperfections from me. Therein, I became a straight arrow to sail the air from the release of the Master Archer for the target. Yet, He puts me in His quiver, in a desert place. Though I feel I’m ready, but He knows when I am ready. By His hands, I was formed, therefore by His wisdom I trust the timing of the Master Archer, for the target. Though all alone, but I am in His quiver. Barren at times are my surroundings, but as the water cometh in the distance, so shall be the hands of my Master upon me to strike for the target.

He made me like an arrow, sharp and ready for use, but on His timing.

• 16 X 24
• Available in black, or white frame
• Alder, semi-hardwood frame
• Black .75” thick frame
• Acrylite front protector
• Lightweight
• Hanging hardware included

The waiting arrow

$60.00Price
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