Let's take a tour through a troubled mind.
We see all the pain and junk left behind.
There's the path that forked with one leading to sin
And then the closed door that didn't let Christ in.
There's the room of trash with paths all around
But no room where pure wholesome thoughts are found.
There's a selfish room and a pleasure door
But no room for Him or what He stands for.
It makes you wonder how things could have been
If thoughts had been clear about paths we're in,
Knowing paths we take bring others along
Even when we're headed on a path that's wrong.
Now come tour with me through a Christian mind.
We see lots of peace and love of all kind.
There's a room for serving and a path for Him
Where He leads the way, His light never dim.