It’s late October, the big bucks are on the run;
they have the scent of doe, the rut has begun.
It’s very early in the morn,
the frost still lies heavy on the corn.
My heart is quickly beating, the bow season has finally come;
I have packed all my gear, my planning complete,
now I carefully walk to my tree stand and take my seat.
I have did all I can to cover my scent,
now to patiently wait until my bow can be bent.
Our hunt for this worthy prize, happens once a year,
we are also a foe, who are daily stalked and hunted,
like that trophy white tailed deer.
While walking down life’s trail,
our adversary, the devil lies in wait,
he uses every deception, every lie,
to keep us from entering God’s Heavenly gate.
Dear friend, let us give God our lives,
so His armor we can safely wear;
and by His Spirit, help us detect Satan’s snare,
and when Satan shoots those fiery darts,
we will have God’s word to protect our minds, souls and hearts.
~ Winston Staples