Those who always wear a frown,
Will always drown,
Those whose hearts are made of stone,
Will always earn a groan,
Those who let their mind betray them,
Will never find their true stem,
Those who are piercing like a thorn,
You will never find a rose, you are forewarned,
Those who listen to man’s evil tongue,
Will feel fire, worse than the sun’s,
And those who let their eyesight become blurry,
Will never see Jesus, not in a hurry,
Those who let anger, control what they say,
Will later on have to watch where they lay.
Those who grope, at life’s sandy slope,
Will never have balance, never have hope.
But when you stand,
On God’s fruitful land,
You will find with you,
The strongest band,
One who holds each other up,
Hand in Hand