Some nights my mind tries to outrun my peace —

Some nights my mind tries to outrun my peace — racing thoughts like they refuse to cease, but I don’t chase them anymore… I release. I’ve learned to lay my worries down, to cast down every argument that tries to rise and crown itself above the truth I know — I pull those thoughts low. Every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, I bring into order — I bring into guard. I take every wandering thought captive, bend it back to obedience — active. Because God did not give me fear — He gave me power that stands firm here, He gave me love that steadies the mind, a sound mind — clear, aligned. So I care for this body — it carries me through. I guard this mind — what I dwell on, I choose. I tend this soul like sacred ground, because peace is not passive — it’s profound. Peace is not fragile — it’s trained. It’s practiced. It’s sustained. And discipline… discipline is how I remain. (OUTRO MUISIC)