Rejoice young man, in thy youth,
For the days come when you shall be old;
Rejoice, oh maiden in thy maidenhood,
For one day you'll have children -
A house to uphold.
Some things are conspicuous -
Without seeking for them,
Yet they're easily found:
There be young men exceedingly handsome,
Well structured,
Well upbrought:
Who waste such good qualities,
And squander their strength,
On fornications and divers perversions.
Then there be damsels extreemly fair,
Who could mesmerise the heart
Of a ferocious beast -
Whose flowers they cast,
Upon a lecherous beast;
Whose maidenhood they hand,
To a lustful man.
Now young man if you've found a good wife,
You've found a good thing;
For such are hard to come by these days:
She'll bath your soul in pure grape juice,
And wash your path,
With honey and milk.
But if you've found yourself a harlot:
Woe unto you!
For she'll do you evil and not good,
All the days of your life;
But this do, oh young man,
And save your soul:
If she's trapped you with her eyes,
Or caught you with her beauty:
Be patient my friend -
Take time to consider:
For time will bring to manifestation,
That which is secret,
And that which is hidden,
Will raise its head to catch a breath;
Be not rash to make a life - long decision:
But stop my friend...
Stop and consider.
And also it is noticeable that a damsel
Is easily deceived by vain words of flattery...
Sure my sister, you're a fair maid;
Has satan torn you down?
God can make you his charm;
Take time alone to meditate
In the Presence of your Saviour;
Watch your step now as you cross
Then gently flowing stream;
Listen to the sound of the rippling waters,
Notice the pebbles, (the water is crystal clear).
Hear the birds singing,
Which fills the air.
Sit now upon the mountain top,
Like a solitary African maiden;
See all the valleys, watch the birds fly;
Look at the flocks and herds,
Watch them play.
Pluck some flowers, smell their fragrance,
Place them in your hair;
Smell the sweetness of spring
Which fills the air;
Enter an orchard with some of your favourite fruits,
Take one, taste it, and consider...
For your Father,
Is the One Who made all these things;
Know that your a princess,
A Daughter of The King.
So when a lecher comes proposing lust -
Stay away from him, he's a savage, a low - life;
If he tells you that your voice is that of a canary bird,
Or that your skin was imported from the milky way;
In his heart there is mischief:
He would ruin your maidenhood
And run away;
Then you'll loathe yourself,
You'll Abhorr yourself;
You'll bath in much water -
And not get clean;
You'll spray much perfume,
Yet the odour will remain.
"Oh that I could marry a man,"
(Shall you say);
"Who is not a fool like myself,
"Though he'll share me with all lechers,
"I'll try to be good;
"Oh that I had guarded my maidenhood,
"Today I'd still have a chance,
"To marry a prince;
"Wherefore did I not control myself?
"But I've already started,
"So let me carry on.
Better for me to spend my youth,
In service for the Lord,
Than seeking for a foolish maiden;
I'd rather spend my youth,
In service for the Lord:
For Childhood and youth are both vanity.
A desparate soul,
Deserves a desparate maid,
And any old job out of desparation -
Desparately compromising
With his religion.
How this dunghill aches,
Seeing the Creator sift through -
The trash heap I am,
For an iron filing or two:
When His Children are gold,
Yet their gold they despise;
His Kindred are Holy,
Yet they just compromise.
Worldliness will turn you to rust,
Holiness will make you glow,
Removing tarnish and dust;
So seek first the Owner
Of Heaven and earth;
Find the Sweet Holy Spirit,
Restoration and new birth;
And He will give you the world for your apple;
The stars will He place on your collar to shine;
Hear Him speak, oh ye sleeping people:
"The earth and the fulness thereof are Mine."
Shall a man see God face to face and live?
Shall a man see the Author of life,
His Creator, and survive?
I always had that desire,
To see the Lovely One;
Then in the Night,
As I lay fast asleep -
My dreaming turned into the visions of the night:
I saw the Perfection of Beauty,
The Purifier of purity;
Great fear gripped me,
I would have gazed on, but I awoke;
Oh how I trembled, how I shook.
But I didn't learn my lesson,
I wanted to see him again;
(Though I trust that the glimpse that I had,
Forever will remain);
I was getting tired of this rotten life,
I longed for my days to be cut short -
That I might be with the ransomed,
To walk hand in hand;
And Eternally rest,
In Sweet Beulah Land.
So as I pondered and staunchly insisted,
That Horror returned as I lay fast asleep:
I couldn't look, I kept my head down;
(Could this filth look on the Old Lion,
And live?
My heart began to question me,
As I slept in that dread:
"Wilt thou at this time go and live with Him?"
"I'm afraid to even look, how can I say yes?"
I'd better speak no more about leaving,
Wouldn't want to go Home empty handed;
And take a back seat in great embarrasment,
For chickening out with no labours to be rewarded.
But Let me die the death of the gallant:
Shouting like Paul:"Death, where is your sting?"
Or like The Prophet, William branham,
At the time of his departure,
From whom devils in the same ward did flee.