Psalm 1

¹1How well God must like you—

you don’t hang out at Sin Saloon,

you don’t slink along Dead-End Road,

you don’t go to Smart-Mouth College.

^2–3Instead you thrill to God’s Word,

you chew on Scripture day and night.

You’re a tree replanted in Eden,

bearing fresh fruit every month,

Never dropping a leaf,

always in blossom.

^4–5You’re not at all like the wicked,

who are mere wind-blown dust—

Without defense in court,

unfit company for innocent people.

⁶God charts the road you take.

The road they take is Skid Row.