Prime Targets

Like a sparrow hawk, God came to me. He subjected himself before me, powerless. And, said? I am to you what is all mighty. But never the less, I am powerless. You are the life force of my breath. Take heed; I am not the source of your death. I am only the sling; you are my arrow. I only fired you, as does a child, a yearling. Does into the wind carrying the yarrow... It's me, therefore, who kneels before you. A prime target, you mustn't fail to find aim. Do your assailant's heart's worst, distrusting. Powerlessly, one who neither Shows weakness or cowardice in vain?