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!”
