Captive thoughts

Too often the lawyer
Rises inside my head
Serving out summonses
Arguing every case
Fictitious pleas
That fall on deaf ears
Ego at the centre
Edging God Out
When all I should do
Is fall to my knees
As iron sharpens iron
Faithful are the wounds of a friend
I must bring every thought captive
To Christ who is my head

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