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The darts of the devil fly free on the winds;
And sometimes they pierce both family and friends.
Remember young Adam and his wife, Eve
When they gave into Satan, the Lord said, 'leave'.
Ever since then, right up to today
The devil makes sure we’ll sin in some way.
Wear all of God's armor, whatever you do;
Should the darts of the devil seek out you.
Thank God for Jesus who died on the cross
Our passage to heaven was paid by His loss.
Every knee shall bow and tongues confess all
That Jesus is our Lord at His final call.
Angels will descend with Jesus in the sky;
He’ll greet us with open arms when it's our time to fly.
For our Lord awaits all who believe
And those who do not, shall be told to leave.
By Tom Zart
Tom Zart
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