The Quiver
Don’t shiver, my child.
I know, you’re cold
Have no fear.
Be bold.
Their weapons will form, but none will prosper.
Scars will appear, but you serve the Good Doctor.
He’ll provide healing to strengthen your bones.
And when you get lost, he’ll guide you back home.
From January to December, there’s much to remember.
But in due time, you’ll be released from my quiver.
“Sons are indeed a heritage from the Lord , children, a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the sons born in one’s youth. Happy is the man who has filled his quiver with them. Such men will never be put to shame when they speak with their enemies at the city gate.”
Psalm 127:3-5 (HCSB)