By
Mark Bishop
How
blessed is he who follows not the words of a wicked man
who keeps
his feet from treading where the sinners often stand
He will
not take the seat of a scoffer
Instead he
loves the way of God who's words he ponders all day long
Like an
oak by a gentle stream who's roots run deep and strong
He grows
by living water
And yields
a faithful harvest as the season comes to him
His
vibrant leaves shall not decay but life is found in every limb
Whatever
this man does shall prosper
For the
wicked man it is not so he's chaff swept out when strong winds blow
He will
not stand before his judge instead his lot is pain and woe
There are
no sinners where the righteous gather
For the
way of the godly is regarded by the Lord
But He
shall end the wicked's way and all that they led toward
All apart
from God shall wither
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