Wounds from a Friend

Do not brag about tomorrow,
Unknown what tomorrow may bring;
For it may bring so much sorrow,
That causes the birds not to sing.

Praise should come from another one,
And not from your own lips and tongue;
A stranger who adores the Son,
His words from the heart will be sung.

Stones are heavy and weighs a lot,
But stubborn fools weigh even more;
Arguing just to compensate,
When not really knowing for sure.

Anger is cruel to overwhelm,
Letting jealousy to survive;
Allowing Satan at the helm,
As it keeps hat to stay alive.

It is best to open rebuke,
Not to give an unexpressed love;
Than deceive with gobbledygook,
That did not spring up from above.

Wounds from a friend intend to aid,
But a kiss from a foe does harm;
Caution always makes you afraid,
Giving a warning to alarm.

Someone full despises honey,
Cannot another bite to eat;
Those that hunger pay good money,
Even bitter food will taste sweet.

A bird that wanders from its nest,
Like the husband strays from his home;
For other women he will test,
Lured for seduction as to roam.

Perfume and incense tempts his heart,
As he is lured into her lair;
His fragrance is sweet to impart,
For challenging him to a dare.

But sweet aromas of a friend,
They can render advice to you;
And a relative just might offend,
Causing you to be sad and blue.