Control

Am I out of control or just stuck in my head?

Quick, name five things around you, before you drift out ahead.

To where?

The sea of endless possibilities,

"To fear or not to fear?" I ask.

"To fear!", cries the flesh who tends to be near.

"Fear what, may I ask?"

"The monsters, the whispers, the things inside your head,

The coward, the preacher, the thing that wants you dead,

Your sister, your brother, the people you call family and friends,

Fear them all, for you are small, and the sea wants your head."

"Get behind me", I yell at fear.

"Get behind me, for my Savior is here!"

"Get behind me, your not my Guide."

"Get behind me, for this is a false prize."

"Get behind me, you anxious thought."

"Get behind me , for your not the one that I want."

"Get behind me, you hindering foe."

"Get behind me, because in the end, your to slow."

Out of my head, and I keep moving on,

Because after all , in the end, my Lord has won!