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