Think What I Think

Somedays I wish I didnt Think what I think, These patterns of thought, Have me in the sink, Then bring me to the top, To put me back in my seat Somedays I wish I didnt Believe what I believe, So I could, Give into my passion to please, Dive into my sinful desires, and have control of my destiny Everyday, I come to realize at night With my eyes wide, That my flesh I dont have to Fight, Because Christ runs my life, And he takes the boulders off my shoulders, I am the gun and he is the holder, I am the clay and he is the molder, And his grace is sweeter every moment I grow older