Now I am
Once I was a target,
the aim of each arrow….
spear piecing my heart,
my mind, my being
Once I was a target,
receiving each blow,
at the centre point of being
Once I was a target,
at first small and tender,
but now grown, standing tall
but NOW, I am the arrow
held in position,
with purpose and aim
but now, I AM the arrow
held in perfect tension
to display a greater glory in release
but now, I am the ARROW
sent out to achieve the plan,
far higher and deeper than imagined
I am the arrow in His quiver,
surrendered and ready for His release
reaching and fulfilling His higher purpose
His glory displayed in me
for all to see.

“He made my mouth like a sharpened sword, in the shadow of his hand he hid me; he made me into a polished arrow and concealed me in his quiver.”
Isaiah 49:2 NIV