Once set alone, with just your mind,
Can thoughts become unkind?
Can they condemn each act, each sin,
Such that you just can't win?
Can they pour out, like snakes about,
To hiss each solemn doubt?
Can they speak truths, can they speak lies,
Enough to fool the wise?
Can they express each nagging fear,
Like demons dancing near?
Can they dismiss the Saviour's love,
Think His death not enough?
If so, condemn each thought in turn,
Salvation we can't earn...
God's gift of grace is His to give,
His kindness helps us live...
By faith, to Heaven, we proceed,
God's Word is all we need...

Denis Martindale March 2018.