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
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