Stinking Thinking

It’s that stinking thinking that knocks you on your tail. 

It’s that voice in your head saying that you are doomed to fail. 

It’s that trail in your mind that you’ve trod a thousand times. 

The furrows are so deep, the sides are hard to climb. 

That furrow is a canyon now, your feet have cut the way. 

You never thought that you’d regret the damage you had caused one day. 

It’s worn deep with repetition, this path you thought would be

A path to inhibition, a path to liberty. 

Oh, but this trail has only ever had one end. 

It’s a place of shame and misery void of any friend. 

You may try to leave it, to jump the slippery sides. 

You scramble with fingers and toes but downward you still slide. 

That’s the stinking thinking that tells you to give right in. 

“You are already in the furrow you were never going to win.”

There’s no hand holds here, you’ve worn them all away. 

Do you let the stinking thinking win and follow it all the way?

You may think you’ve no other choices, your path is carved ahead. 

You made it all yourself and you’ll be carving ‘til you’re dead. 

But that’s the wrong voice talking. So maybe you can’t get out alone. 

Why do you think you have to? Who said this was the only road? 

There’s another path that’s better. A path the Savior trod. 

It’s not going to be easy but he’s placed the iron rod. 

It’s solid and it’s straight and you’ll never walk alone. 

And the ending to his path is your heavenly home. 

You ask, “how do I find this path? I’m stuck here in this pit.” 

Know that Jesus is the only way and he’ll lead you safely to it. 

He’ll lift you from your canyon deep and heal the wounds you have. 

He’ll bring you to the iron rod and lovingly hold your hand. 

Though the new path may seem hard, there’s help there all along. 

You’re brother has marked it for you, so you really can’t go wrong. 

Don’t let that stinking thinking dictate the way that you will go. 

Remember that your Savior knows how difficult it is, so…

Keep moving and keep trying. Even when the path seems hard. 

Just turn to Him, he is your leader and he is your guard. 

He knows the trail. He’s marked the pathway with the iron rod. 

Remember, even when you feel alone, you’re on the path he trod. 

So look ahead and leave the stinking thinking by the way. 

He’s there with you, head his voice and you’ll never go astray.