Hurt Me With The Truth

 

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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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.

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You told me I was great,

That my feet didn’t stink.

To make me smile,

You affirmed whatever I think.

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Though I was wrong-headed,

No correction I heard,

Because conflict you dreaded,

Even over the truest of words.

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So I will stumble,

Full of pride and self-esteem.

No need to be humble,

We’re on each other’s team!

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Challenge me with rebuke,

Please, don’t please me with falsehood.

Love isn’t self-seeking,

But rejoices in what’s true and good.

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Hurt me with the truth,

But never comfort me with a lie.

Don’t tickle my ears,

And stop flattering my pride.

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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.

Proverbs 27:5-6