Flowers of Thought

My mind is fertile ground for thoughts

Which spring from small, unnoticed seeds

Planted by the winds of chance

They grow as weeds

They must be torn up and laid before my King

To preserve the flower of thought in purity

So grows the flower of thought

And to the Son it turns its gaze

Reflecting beauty in the mind

And cultivating prayer and praise

As little birds bring seeds to plant

So little devils bring them too

To choke the thoughts of good

Which would renew

They must be torn up and laid before my King

To preserve the flower of thought in purity

Be careful little ears what you hear

Be careful little eyes what you see

Be careful little mind what you cultivate

Poison’s planted by the enemy

Suggestions grow consuming roots

When watered by the rains of mind

Made fertile by considering

All else they bind.

They must be torn up and laid before my King

To preserve the flower of thought in purity

Sow a thought, reap an idea

Sow an idea and I find

I’ve sown a mindset more than mental

My thoughts will shape my state of mind

While little birds can carry seeds

Little devils brought them too

And planted weeds that grew

Before I knew

The devil knows if I water seeds he throws my way

I won’t be able to offer God a pure bouquet