A poem on Psalm 1.
Blesséd is the one who turns away
from Wicked words that lead astray,
who does not sit in scornful Pride
but walks with Truth as his sure guide.
His Joy is in the Law of old,
its Wisdom worth far more than gold.
He ponders it both night and day,
and finds his steps kept on the Way.
He’s like a Tree by Waters clear,
its fruit and shade a Gift sincere.
Its leaves stay green through every Test,
its roots in streams securely rest.
The Wicked are like Chaff in the wind, —
no roots to hold, no peace to find.
Their fleeting steps, a fleeting name,
consumed at last by Judgement’s flame.
The Lord will guard the righteous Road,
our lives a Tree where Blessings flowed.
But those who stray will fall apart,
lost from the Path, and from His heart.
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