Enthroned

Many have asked, few have known

What makes us act they way we do

Many have said the mind has the throne

But I'm afraid that's just not true

While the mind may rule quite often

And over the body it has its way

Before emotion will it soften

It's iron grip that holds the day

When emotion rises from its slumber

The mind begins to fear

And to the throne it does lumber

The mind see’s it's end is near

It tries to resist, it tries to reason

But emotion will not hear it!

Emotion tries the mind with treason

And casts him into a pit

It sits back into the chair

And does whatever it may will

It does not care about what is fair

For logic it did kill

Sometimes it will bless the world with love

Sometimes it will destroy with fear

Sometimes it's as innocent as a dove

Sometimes it brings the devil near

Emotion is always reclass

Only one thing can keep it still

If you were the cross as a necklace

And call on God your need to fill