Copy [VERSE 1] I found myself at war with self, selfish when I crashed at His righteousness, Convicted, came to the end of me — No more thinking what I am, what I will be, Only longing for wife, kids, separated — my LORD calls anointed. I was in a daydream until that hour, a sinner thinking I could judge GOD. I made myself the sun but was dust as the moon — It does move, even changing moods disappear in the stars, her. Rose up yet never above His footstool, this earth. I am not crowned a king of men — not Solomon, not David — Like a teen I was Philistine, the guard fallen if it ever stood. Took the hand, raised it playing man, taking but saying atheist — no common sense. Back then I only heard rumors, I judged, backbiting at it. Poorest, more blessed — not seeing yet believed is the women. I, her man child, not yet son of man but drawn to Him lifted up — I am dead to self, now alive to His righteousness, holy, my husband. I have thoughts continually — they are hard as hell to bear, But nothing else is better. Always looking for it. Where is your God, they say jesting — I ask too, GOD, where are You? But seriously. [CHORUS] These thoughts of mine are hard as hell, Truly they are hard as hell. Boasting victory, hell hath won — But not against my thoughts, hard as hell, they do war on. He is alive, He is risen, But the tomb is empty and He is not around — Squared it in the corner, upstairs, waiting on Him. Hard as hell — I know He is there. He is alive, He is the Word, I hear Him still. I won't be prevented by death — These thoughts of mine are hard as hell. His Word is true, He is the truth and cannot be killed. My love for Him like His for me — we as one will not be stopped by anyone. You will see my thoughts are hard as hell, They will be just as persistent as hell, even more — My thoughts will prevail over yours. [VERSE 2] My mother truly is the queen sat on His right hand — She did, I didn't — birth a world I am living. I was in the week, seven days repeating — I was not in the day Where a man makes every daughter the pearl, each one a gate to heaven, Making one GOD as the sun, even your mother. Makes a corpse of this world, putting all of them in heaven as I go lower through hell — But my thoughts are hard as hell and will prevail. All alone, this world is gone — He is risen, the napkin folded. I am searching — a gardener can tell, guarding — but I need more. I need Him, my husband. Where is He gone? When will He return? Leaving me only His Word — it is enough. They took Him, laid Him down, boulder rolled over, guard before that — Tell me where He is. I will fetch. I shall find and carry Him out. Right-angled corner, for me — Himself, GOD the only good, or is it just His Word? That is GOD to me in this world. Alone, He is gone, risen now. Do not arouse me again until my love is here in His glory. The bride in her youth — none in this world can move her From what He is. She knows it's truth. She sees with her hard thoughts past hell as she burns right through. [CHORUS] These thoughts of mine are hard as hell, Truly they are hard as hell. Boasting victory, hell hath won — But not against my thoughts, hard as hell, they do war on. He is alive, He is risen, But the tomb is empty and He is not around — Squared it in the corner, upstairs, waiting on Him. Hard as hell — I know He is there. He is alive, He is the Word, I hear Him still. I won't be prevented by death — These thoughts of mine are hard as hell. His Word is true, He is the truth and cannot be killed. My love for Him like His for me — we as one will not be stopped by anyone. You will see my thoughts are hard as hell, They will be just as persistent as hell, even more — My thoughts will prevail over yours. [VERSE 3] Virgin girl or young lady — Mary, Martha — I make these the same. She is now in love with a man like I am my LORD, But the world hates all she is trying to get: True love, not naive — when the blood comes with the love as I die waiting for Him to take me. She says her mother's love has just grown cold, her mother is old. No matter warnings, how bitter eating that book becomes, Her mother tells her all her wisdom — no substitute for experience: He is a boy, he is stupid, selfish — And she is blinded by things she is feeling. Mother pleading: please, hear your mother. Hear her now. She will not hear, no way, no how — he is hers, she his. Her thoughts are hard as hell. They are that which shall prevail over death and hell, Even over father, mother — she has made of no effect compared to him. Hers he is. His voice for her, the Amen — the only one, all her being. She knows He is the one. He must be the Son of GOD. Her father must speak up now — father stern, takes to putting hands on her, Left bruised, blue, crying. Father can answer his LORD: he did all that could be done. But she is in love, she is young, and wants what she wants And won't stop until she has got it all — She rises to follow after and won't be prevented. Her though
