This poem was written by my friend, Nathan Ahlstrom.

GRACE etched in vintage letterpress lead type


The sizzling arrows fly
Darkness changes the countenance of the sky.

Arrows etched with transgressions past
The enemy knows these arrows will land fast.

“Help!”, I cry.
The Spirit whispers inside

Corinthians 6 comes the reply
“Such were some you, ’tis true, but…”

O glorious conjunction
the Spirit lifts my eyes

“You were washed,
in the name of Jesus Christ.”

The arrows deflect
My shield etched
With His redemption