Hurt Me With The Truth

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I wrote a little poem today that seems to me appropriate to the times we live in.

Hurt Me With The Truth But Never Comfort Me With A Lie

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Hurt Me With The Truth

Hurt me with the truth,

But never comfort me with a lie.

Don’t tickle my ears,

And stop flattering my pride.


You told me I was great,

That my feet didn’t stink.

To make me smile,

You affirmed whatever I think.


Though I was wrong-headed,

No correction I heard,

Because conflict you dreaded,

Even over the truest of words.


So I will stumble,

Full of pride and self-esteem.

No need to be humble,

We’re on each other’s team!


Challenge me with rebuke,

Please, don’t please me with falsehood.

Love isn’t self-seeking,

But rejoices in what’s true and good.


Hurt me with the truth,

But never comfort me with a lie.

Don’t tickle my ears,

And stop flattering my pride.


Faithful Are the Wounds of a Friend

Better is open rebuke
than hidden love.
Faithful are the wounds of a friend;
profuse are the kisses of an enemy.
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Christian, husband to a darling wife, and father to six kids - I enjoy pipe-smoking, playing strategy games on my computer, listening to audio books, and writing. When I'm not asking you questions out loud, I'm endlessly asking myself silent questions in my head. I believe in God's grace, hard work, love, patience, contemplation, and courage.