In Thy quiver Thou dost keep me
Master Craftsman of the Bow,
Where Thy hand can grasp and use me,
Send me to the target, so.

In Thy quiver keep me closely
Daily in Thy shaping Hand.
Polish, form me, straight and straighter,
Fit for use at Thy command

From Thy quiver Thou hast drawn me,
Fit me into Thy great bow,
Send me straight into the battle.
Hearts so hard? I did not know!

To Thy quiver safe return me,
Whittle down the broken point
Polish, form me straight again, Lord
With Thy tender love anoint

From Thy quiver send, O send me
In this fight for souls of men.
All I ask, the battle over,
Put me safely back again.

–Lois Callaway, Veteran Missionary in Southeast Asia