tanhaMooching
August 19th 2007 04:04
Ideas are much like cattle. They come mooching up the race.
Some of them are great and some I don’t want in my face!
Some of them are sick. They come from many horrid places
Bringing misery and messing with my mind. They’re so audacious.
But there are some ideas that I treat just like purest gold –
Exactly what my Heavenly Father wants me to behold.
They fill my heart with hope and joy and wonderful expectation.
They set before me all that’s possible in this great creation.
They teach me how to travel this earth with purpose and elation,
To know my talents and build them into gifts for all the nation.
They show me how to see this world with God’s eyes of compassion.
To love, forgive and live with power in righteous operation.
But some words come from the pits of hell to undermine my person,
And make me feel that I can’t find a way to rise above them.
They’d have me think I am not worth the space that I am taking
And never will rise up above the heart that’s in me breaking.
Now, if I were to believe those lies then I’d be truly shattered.
My life would on the highway lie in pieces broadly scattered.
My very own anger would start eating what was left of me.
There is no future in believing lies that I can see.
So I’ve come to the conclusion that the Truth is most important.
For I can choose what I believe and leave the rest lie dormant.
The things that I believe will grow and blossom in my person
So it had better be the Truth that I take to my bosom.
That’s why I stand at the gate of my mysterious mental dimension.
And shove that gate to left or right with all the power of wisdom.
The real truth is guided left to feed my gifts and passions.
It meets my need and satisfies my heart at all its stations.
The lies go right –
right out of my life –
exit –
smash that one on the head –
Not even good enough for the abbatoirs!
be gone –
don’t come back here –
get lost –
right out of rhythm -
good riddance!
Well Done!
Some of them are great and some I don’t want in my face!
Some of them are sick. They come from many horrid places
Bringing misery and messing with my mind. They’re so audacious.
But there are some ideas that I treat just like purest gold –
Exactly what my Heavenly Father wants me to behold.
They fill my heart with hope and joy and wonderful expectation.
They set before me all that’s possible in this great creation.
They teach me how to travel this earth with purpose and elation,
To know my talents and build them into gifts for all the nation.
To love, forgive and live with power in righteous operation.
But some words come from the pits of hell to undermine my person,
And make me feel that I can’t find a way to rise above them.
They’d have me think I am not worth the space that I am taking
And never will rise up above the heart that’s in me breaking.
Now, if I were to believe those lies then I’d be truly shattered.
My life would on the highway lie in pieces broadly scattered.
My very own anger would start eating what was left of me.
There is no future in believing lies that I can see.
So I’ve come to the conclusion that the Truth is most important.
For I can choose what I believe and leave the rest lie dormant.
The things that I believe will grow and blossom in my person
So it had better be the Truth that I take to my bosom.
That’s why I stand at the gate of my mysterious mental dimension.
And shove that gate to left or right with all the power of wisdom.
The real truth is guided left to feed my gifts and passions.
The lies go right –
right out of my life –
exit –
smash that one on the head –
Not even good enough for the abbatoirs!
be gone –
don’t come back here –
get lost –
right out of rhythm -
good riddance!
Well Done!
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