Circle, circle; round and black
You surround me, front to back
Make your rounds and throw the dart
Wounds may hurt and skim the heart.
Round and round the black it goes
Scanning weak spots, head to toes
Maybe here’s a place or two?
To launch the grenade, and black turns blue.
Run the course, as soon it’s time
For you to leave; ’cause this is mine
Actually, it’s not ~ it belongs to Him
And His light’s too bright for you to dim.
Circle, circle; round and black
Prepare thyself! We will attack!
Darkness ~ no match for His divine light
Return thyself home, to your dark night.
Psalm 40: 1-3
I waited patiently for the Lord; He turned to me and heard my cry. He lifted me out of the slimy pit, out of the mud and mire; he set my feet on a rock and gave me a firm place to stand. He put a new song in my mouth, a hymn of praise to our God. Many will see and fear the Lord and put their trust in Him.
Eyes Wide Open 