Chronicles Of An Only Son

 

Chronicles Of An Only Son

I am a rose, but not that of Sharon,
I am a lily, but not of the valleys,
A lily among thorns,

Honey and milk are under my tongue.

I am a locked up garden, People,
A locked up spring,
A sealed fountain.


I am black and ruddy.
The best among thousands.
My head is like the purest gold.
Bushy, black as a raven.

My mouth is sweetness; Yes,
altogether lovely.
I am beloved, I am my friend,
Friend of my friendz
and to my friendz, frendz

I am a  dove,
A perfect one,
Unique.

I am my mother's only Son.
the favorite of her who bore Me


They saw me
Called me blessed,
Friendz and Foez Alike.

I look as the morning,
Dark as the Night
Beautiful as the moon,
Clear as the sun,
Awesome and rugged,
As an army with banners.

I am my brother,
Sucked the bosoms of my mother!

If I could,
I would kiss Myself; Yes,
And no one would despise me.

For my voice is sweet,
and my face, lovely.

I am mine,
I sit under my shadow,

Strength and dignity are my clothings.
I laugh at the time to come.

"I open my mouth with wisdom"
So they say
Faithful instructions on my tongue.

I Do no evil,
I Avoid it,
I don't pass by it,
I Turn from it, and
I pass on.

My eyes look straight ahead,
My gaze directly before me,
My feet level on my path, and
My ways established.

I Drink water out of my own cistern,

I am a choice silver
I am liberal,

I am no stranger to me,
I am no sluggard,
And nobody's fool

I am acceptable,
'because I am Humble
You might not think it
But I am.

Many Guys do noble things,
But I excel them all,

Don't call me Proud
'Coz I say what I am
rather call me Prudent.

For I am a son to my father,
Tender and an only child in my mother sight.

I am Me