Wrestle a Thought – Poem in Philippians

Finally, brothers and sisters, whatever is true, whatever is noble, whatever is right, whatever is pure, whatever is lovely, whatever is admirable—if anything is excellent or praiseworthy—think about such things. Philippians 4:8 NIV

 

Lord take me to a fairer place

Whisk me up to the mountain

Deliver me from thoughts of disgrace

Lead me to Your pure fountain

 

I try so hard to hold what’s true

The thought slips through my hand

Please show me what I am to do

Is there help for this wretched man

 

I’ll set up things noble and right

Keep them in perfect order

Judging another, clouds my sight

Bitterness overruns my border

 

Is anyone lovely and good

I’d admire that brother, for sure

Sustain a thought, if I could

For a moment, think what’s pure

 

No longer will I look back

Or dwell on the thoughts I’ve had

Shovel in hand, I’ll make a track

Move toward good, instead of the bad

 

I may not be able to control what enters

But I can redirect to thoughts above

Forgiveness is real, for me a sinner

I can experience, God’s true love

 

Help me to guard what I let in

Each idea filtered by your Word

Identify the garbage that’s sin

Only your voice, to be heard

 

Wrestle a thought, by making a choice

Letting it go as something that’s old

I’ll speak what’s true, I’ll use my voice

Shout what’s praiseworthy, I’m told

 

Lead me to a fairer place

I want to run, but I have to walk

Limping forward, You’re full of grace

Humbled I am, You said to me, “Let’s talk!”