True Val

Torch my heart O abstract bit

Sit my quiver^* with your arrows

String my bow with unknown skill

Target to hit, make it mine

Though my quiver full of it

Let the first that strings my bow

Fly unhindered for the kill

Love that I seek, make it mine

…wholly mine

Romans 12:9 “Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good.”(NIV)