HYMN

Thoughts We Have Thunk

False 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.

An elastic logic is taught in the schools,
And thinking theyre wise, they become silly fools.
The students must kowtow or else they will flunk,
So they learn confusion in thoughts they 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.

Copyright Bob and Kathy Stenson. Freeware. Use it freely.

THE PARABLE OF THE BLIND MEN AND THE ELEPHANT

It was six men of Indostan, to learning much inclined,
Who went to see the Elephant (Though all of them were blind),
That each by observation, might satisfy his mind.

The First approached the Elephant, and, happening to fall,
Against his broad and sturdy side, at once began to bawl:
"God bless me, but the Elephant is very like a wall!"

The Second feeling of the tusk, cried: "Ho! what have we here,
So very round and smooth and sharp? To me 'tis mighty clear,
This wonder of an Elephant is very like a spear!"

The Third approached the animal, and, happening to take,
The squirming trunk within his hands, thus boldly up he spake:
"I see," quoth he, "the Elephant is very like a snake!"

The Fourth reached out an eager hand, and felt about the knee:
"What most this wondrous beast is like is mighty plain," quoth he,
"Tis clear enough the Elephant is very like a tree!"

The Fifth, who chanced to touch the ear, said: "Even the blindest man
Can tell what this resembles most; Deny the fact who can,
This marvel of an Elephant, is very like a fan!"

The Sixth no sooner had begun, about the beast to grope,
Than, seizing on the swinging tail, that fell within his scope,
"I see," quothe he, "the Elephant is very like a rope!"

And so these men of Indostan, disputed loud and long,
Each in his own opinion, exceeding stiff and strong,
Though each was partly in the right, and all were in the wrong!

Moral:

So oft in theologic wars, the disputants, I ween,
Rail on in utter ignorance, of what each other mean,
And prate about the Elephant, not one of them has seen!

- John Godfrey Saxe (1816-1887)

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