My thoughts are always continuous while I am awake,
Deciding each action, word, and every choice I make.
They do change from time to time but never ever end.
Thoughts can be my greatest enemy or dearest friend.
Thoughts can build me up or they can tear me down.
Good ones make me smile, bad ones make me frown.
If I fret or be concerned about things I can’t control,
I grieve the Holy Spirit and tend to cater to my soul.
When plans get shattered and it seems all hope is gone,
Do I cave in to utter despair or do I keep on keeping on?
With thoughts I can be frustrated, worried, or even stressed.
When I cast on Him my care, I find perfect peace and rest.
It is needful I bring every thought into divine captivity.
Then He will direct my path and order my daily activity.
Thoughts are the very source of all my suffering and tears,
Bringing sorrow, pain, disappointment, and all my fears.
Do I admit when I am wrong or do I always pass the buck,
Subject to circumstance, wishful thinking, or trust in luck?
Do I think God will intervene in the someday after a while,
Or is He true now, my daily strength to go that extra mile?