Our minds are a twisted mess. We all need God.
What defines the inner man
Is only known, by the inner room
When he’s alone with his own plan
The picture painted changes soon
Who we are is only said
By what goes on inside our head
We are not just what we say
Yet the motives where words play
Every person has a reason
Every sin can have a season
No one knows thoughts of each other
Only God can save the other
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