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?