Abigail T.

I release the string

The arrow glides off my bow

I look downrange and see it cling

dead center of the yellow ring.

 

I smile because this I know

‘twas not by my own strength

but the power of the One in control

Who knows where all my arrows go.

 

Finished now, I cheer with my gang

Made top three, we’re headed to state.

I remember to whom I give my thanks

The God who brought me this full length.