Logic has made a phenomenal goof,
When it offers proof, there's no proof of the proof.
If your life is meaningless, aimless and punk,
You might give some thought to the thoughts you have thunk.
Fierce strongholds of error reside in the mind
With paths that keep changing, that waggle and wind.
Logic is loaded with glazed over junk.
You don't really think how your thoughts have been thunk.
The natural mind is so lofty and high,
And amazingly sneaky when telling a lie.
If folks only knew how their thoughts have been thunk,
They wouldn't be tempted to fall for such bunk.
You think a consensus can make something true?
You think that the news is true-blue through and through?
For most of us, some of the thoughts we have thunk.
First entered our minds from the televijunk
We don't need a hypnotist to hypnotize.
Not knowing what's real, we can't tell what's lies.
The media loads us with informajunk
To use as a basis for thoughts we have thunk.
You hear a false statement, if it's stated well,
And think it's from heaven, but it came from hell.
Don't heedlessly, head-lessly lay in your bunk,
To be lulled to sleep by the thoughts you have thunk.
Theologians all argue. Ecologists do.
Historians, experts and scientists too.
If, ever, they thought how their thoughts have been thunk.
They wouldn't end up in a big arguemunk.
We just know in part, however we try,
And a part of the truth is like telling a lie.
One holds a leg, while another, the trunk.
We are just like those blind men at that elephunk.
You start with a true set of facts straight from God,
Then twist them and squeeze them to make something odd.
Human analysis, frankly, has stunk
Because of our errors in thoughts we have thunk.
One false assumption is all that it takes
To take many truths and replace them with fakes.
We ALL make assumptions--assume them with spunk.
With presuppositions ALL your thoughts are thunk.
Each of our ways is so right in our eyes.
It's amazing the things that our mind justifies!
Will you still depend on the thoughts that you thunk?
And worship the brain in your thick craniumk?
It may feel as real as real could feel,
But feelings are fickle, despite their appeal.
So products of wildest imaginajunk,
Feel real when repeated in thoughts that we thunk.
Being right is important . . . how we long to be right!
In confirming our rightness, we find our delight.
Our scholars and experts give confirmajunk,
But they fail to tell how their thoughts had been thunk.
Do you like to hear just what you like to hear?
Do you know it's right . . . 'cause it tickles your ear?
Folks think, by affirming, they've grown, but they've shrunk,
So they don't like to challenge the thoughts they have thunk.
Thought becomes action, then it becomes you.
You become what you think. You become what you do.
You might end up spiritually blind, deaf and drunk,
If you rely on the thoughts you have thunk.
All systems of man are now falling apart,
For they're founded on concepts from man's evil heart.
Your proud ship is sinking; it's sinking; it's sunk.
They wouldn't hold water . . . those thoughts you had thunk.
Would it be so silly to start from the start
To challenge your thinking, and open your heart?
Not laying the facts on the table . . . kerplunk!
Then polluting them with old thoughts you had thunk.
If we could just yield and let God reveal,
We could tell what is false. We could tell what is real.
We don't need to constantly, forever flunk
Entrapped within mazes of thoughts we have thunk.
Yielding is something we don't do too well.
Submission's a subject that just doesn't sell.
But if you're relying on thoughts you have thunk
You're building a tow'r of your own Babalunk.
This is the moment, and this is the day.
We've got to trust Jesus to show us the way.
In His mind, He doesn't have thoughts you have thunk.
Let Jesus recycle your theolojunk.