Jacob. Chapter Four. Verse 13.
The plain unvarnished truth is hard to come by nowadays.
Our tender ears crave fluffy reassurance and smooth praise.
And if there is a whisper of reproach, we turn around
To prophesy the wicked soon will topple to the ground.
Help me, O Lord, to know the truth from thy sweet spirit pure,
And not embroider it or take it on a long detour!
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