How blessed the ones who will not walk
On paths the wicked will adjure,
Nor sit and speak with those who mock
Along the road that sinners lure.
Upon God’s law they do delight,
And daily they shall meditate.
For they will last as trees of might
That’s planted by the waters great
And bear their fruit in timeliness –
No withered leaf and no decay.
In all their deeds they’re prosperous,
Unlike the wicked blown away
As chaff – unwanted, worthless dust –
Who will not stand the day their judged.
These sinners drown in hate and lust
Below the righteous throng they grudge.
The Lord does guard the righteous path,
But evil roads will end in wrath.
Jared Travis 