How 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.
2-3 Instead 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.
~ Psalm 1:1-3
Boy am I glad God loves me
though there is a stench about my shoes
I have read all the graffiti on the Dead End sign,
I have an advanced degree in Smart-Mouth.
My own guilt condemns me, yet
He makes me fruited bread
drizzled with honey,
He sets a cup of kindness to my lips
each day, sends small blossoms
singing their way through my path
and surrounds me with family
of His own choosing.
Oh Lord, I praise your Holy name!
Fill my thoughts with seeds of joy,
make the psalmist’s prayer my own,
I will ever praise your name.
Because of Him,