If My Mind is a Battlefield

By Melissa Wren

If my mind is a battlefield,

what other crops might it yield?

Bombs go off as I compromise

God’s light, what is right

to settle for Satan’s lies

If my mind is a battlefield,

constantly at war

How do I control

my lioness tongue

when I sense its roar?

If my mind is a battlefield,

my ears must be on alert

to Satan’s subtle suggestions

he waits patiently to assert

If my mind is a battlefield,

self-will must be killed

God’s belt of truth majestically designed

nothing like His full armor

to protect me from the

land mines I may find.

If my mind is a battlefield,

the journey never ends

until God calls me home

and judges my dividends

If my mind is a battlefield,

my plan of attack

starts with belief…

carefully aligned

with asking for His will

then taking His hand,

and following safely behind.