I Rode With Reason

I Rode With Reason

For years I let my own mind drive

Trusted its lies to stay alive

It weighed each step, it judged each fall

But never knew the King at all

It said use thought, protect your skin

Take what makes your body grin

“God gave you reason—use it well”

Yet led me closer still to hell

Then came a war inside my chest

A higher call disturbed my rest

A whisper cut through pride and fear

“Bow down… the King of Kings is here”

So now I tell this mind of mine

You were useful… for your time

But from this day you are not throne

This heart will serve the King alone

Above all thought, above all sight

I choose the path beyond my light

Faith like fire, raw and true

Not what I think—but serving You

The head feels heavy, ego cries

It fears the place where selfhood dies

But in that weight… a gate appears

The crown is built through fought-back tears

I lose my rule… and strangely rise

Not by my own, but Heaven’s eyes

For when I kneel above what’s known

The burdened head becomes His throne