The stage is set, the darts are shared
It’s one player verses one veteran
That veteran is the Father of lies
In fact, he is the inventor of the game
The dartboard is my mind
The darts are thoughts
His dart is fired, mine next
How do i expect to win a champion?
His thoughts are subtle, they sound like mine
They hit target and start to take root
They seem harmless at first, they stand to reason
But they are the poison that torment my soul
They take root and bear fruit; fruit called fear
Fear paralyzes me, fear torments me and blinds
I realize that I cannot win this game
I never should have engaged him; I am trapped
But I remember that I have my thoughts; my darts
If he shoots a lie, I can par with the truth
I know the truth; that is my saving grace
I will fill my mind with this truth
I will take my mind and fix it on the truth
For as I think in my heart, that I become
I will shoot the dart I have stored in my heart
I will resist, I will fight, I will win by The Truth
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ReplyDeleteBeing a Christian we learn God's words and the holy Spirit is always upon us. All the darts in the world cannot harm us, because of the fellowship we have with God. We can outmaster any champion through our faith in God.
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