Every thought that goes through my head
I tear right out of its bed.
If it doesn’t stand with the Word of Life,
Then it sees nothing but my knife.

When feelings stand and shout their lies
There is a part of me I know that dies.
‘Til I tell them “you I see”
And “this is what I know to be.”

Because there is a truth that’s real
You can’t listen to what you feel.
Just fight to get on through
And cling to what you know is true.