Three Wild Arrows

[Verse 1]
Boots by the doorway
Mud on the kitchen floor
Toy trucks in the hallway
Bible by the front porch door
Little fists full of questions
“Dad
Why’d He die for me?”
I stop
Breathe
Try to answer
Like a man I’m still learning to be
[Chorus]
I’m raising three wild arrows
Praying they all fly straight
Teaching them truth in the shadows
Teaching them love over hate
If these rough hands fail a thousand ways
Lord
Take what I can’t do
I’m raising three wild arrows
But I’m aiming them back to You
[Verse 2]
Baseball caps and busted knees
Sunday shirts with wrinkled sleeves
They roll their eyes when I say grace
But they bow when they think I can’t see
Some nights I’m just worn out
Lose my temper
Lose my tongue
Kneel by their beds in the quiet
“God
Be the Father I’m not strong enough to become”
[Chorus]
I’m raising three wild arrows
Praying they all fly straight
Teaching them truth in the shadows
Teaching them love over hate
If these rough hands fail a thousand ways
Lord
Take what I can’t do
I’m raising three wild arrows
But I’m aiming them back to You
[Bridge]
When the world starts shouting louder
Than the words I tried to say (oh Lord)
Catch their hearts like falling sparks
Don’t let them drift away
[Chorus]
I’m raising three wild arrows
Praying they all fly straight
Teaching them truth in the shadows
Teaching them love over hate
If my fire fades and I’m called home
Before they’re fully through
Keep three wild arrows flying on
‘Cause I’m aiming them back to You

metal, Southern-fried Christian country-metal blend: down-tuned chunky guitars, half-time drums that flip double-time on choruses, gritty male vocals with a weathered twang; verses ride sparse palm-muted riffs and steel guitar swells, chorus explodes with gang-style harmonies and big crash cymbals. Bridge drops to clean arpeggios and low vocal, then full-band uplift on the final hook., country