I hug my knees to my chest
Eyes scrunched closed
As flaming arrows fall around me
I cry out
Through the heat
I call upon the One Who Saves
He hears my cry
There is no hesitation in His rescue
He reaches out His hand
Back towards the archers as arrows pierce His side
I grasp His hand
And hold Him close
The storm of darts becomes thicker
But He weathers it for me
Teeth gritted
Eyes soft
Jesus, my Saviour
Who will stand against me when I call on Your name?