They can come from hell below
Or descend from heaven above.
They can be drowned by noise
Overwhelming and far too much.
They can wander like sagebrush
Randomly shifting with the winds.
We can follow them to the heights.
They can ignite the path to our sins.
Thoughts are all these and more.
Their origins too often a mystery.
They can be cast into the future
Or imprisoned by painful history.
Suffering creates a ball of fire.
Fueling thoughts to fight or flee.
Will they retreat and submit to
The unknown of faith and belief?
Can we manage these thoughts?
Give them a place to take root.
One place where they can settle -
A land of rest known as the truth.
Such a place can only be found
In a God whom we can know.
His Word says His thoughts to us
Are of peace, a future and a hope.
Lord help us to direct our thoughts
To come into alignment with Thee.
May they be purified by the Spirit
To view the world only as You see.
Oh, that our thoughts will one day
Be at peace and set upon You.
No more lost and wandering about
As they find a home in Your truth.