Soldier Soul

Whence come my thoughts, for most come not from me,
God’s Providence rules, so are most thoughts His will?
Some, God allows, come from my enemy,
then I, free, dwell on some for good or ill.

This fallen world, the devil’s playground real,
provides distractions for my poor weak mind,
I oft don’t choose the good, but how I feel,
and sometimes with the good and bad entwined.

There is this urgent battle for my soul,
if I take it too serious, life’s no fun,
but being free, I’m generally in control,
for good or ill, I finally say who won.

To win this war of thoughts, I must choose You,
my soldier soul needs grace to, Lord, choose true.

                         by Pete Voelz      11/2/13