The thoughts I have I hold so dear
As though they're helpful for me
Whether or not they are the truth
Is a whole different story
A thought's a seed planted within
The soil of human minds
And when the seed is fed enough
It grows and sprouts a kind
Of fruit that can be sweet or sour
Subjective yes, it's true
Some find the bitter taste real sweet
While to others it will not do
For thoughts can turn to actions quick
And reality they become
What was pretend and in my head
Was birthed and said and done
I want to be a person who
Knows sweetness from the sour
I want my fruit to be the best
To spread love and empower
And with the thought, the seed, it starts
So please help me to know
What is of You and what it not
The good seeds, Lord, let's sow!
