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Bless a man who walks not,
Counsel of the sinful;
Rather righteousness sought,
To make them more fruitful.
Stand not with the sinners,
Nor sit with the scoffers;
Rather righteous winners,
What godliness offers.
His delight is the Law,
Meditates day and night;
No longer has a flaw,
Since he walks in the light.
For he is like a tree,
As planted by a stream;
Blossoms to His decree,
Yields fruit that is supreme.
Its leaf will not wither,
All he does will flourish;
Remains green in winter.
That some may call prudish.
The wicked are not so,
Like the chaff in the wind;
Follows as breezes blow,
Having no discipline.
Judgment they will not stand,
Nor sinners in the fold;
They ignore each command,
To what the Lord has told.
For the Lord knows the way,
The righteous do cherish;
For the wicked will stray,
Eventually perish.
Copyright © 2020 Richard Newton Sherrer
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