Targeting Stress
The string is stretching, my wood is bent…

Don’t know how much longer till I snap;

This tension is beginning to get to me….

Yet, I can feel Your mighty grasp.
Your touch is what makes me flexible,

And prepares me for the target ahead;

Hold me closer than ever before-

Letting go is what I dread.
Yet, together we can hit the target,

And stress will run away;

Because I am within Your grasp,

I’ll get to shoot another day.

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