Beware the sweet,
sweet praise of man

  The sinful soul enjoys the rush that comes with drinking earthly praise
Like wine that rushes to the brain it will cloud with pride our gaze.

 And Satan gladly fills our cup and bids us drink our fill
And even squeeze for us the grape that at last our soul shall kill.

 For soon the addict begs for more and be sure he will gladly sell
himself and everything he has to have more this drink from hell.

 The Praise of man so quickly turns as Pontius Pilate also learned
the very thing the people praised too soon they cursed and spurned.

  How better far is Christ the Vine who gave for us His blood to save
The better wine is kept for last for our heart He His Spirit gave.

Ingimar DeRidder