1 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.
4-5 You're not at all like the wicked, who are mere windblown dust—without defense in court, unfit company for innocent people.
6 God charts the road you take. The road they take is Skid Row.
Wow…think it’s time to have a good ole’ church council and have this proclaimed as…
I don’t know…
blasphemous to the canon of Scripture?