My son, Make room for the obedient heart Carve out a place for it For there is no wisdom with the foolish ones And no rest or life for the the proud But the fear of Jehovah means contentment, Abundant goodness and glory to satisfaction That my eyes may see in you A true man, a kind husband A joyful father of sons and a proud father of daughters My son, Of all that I will willingly give to you Take and hold The words of my God