Will Gray - Psalm 1

Blessed is
The man who does not walk in
The counsel of the wicked
The counsel of the wicked
Or stands in the way
Of sinners nor sits in the place
Of scoffers but meditates
On the law of the father

He is like a tree
Planted by rivers running streams
Yielding its fruit in season he will not wither
Woah

No he does not break
Or bend underneath the weight
But he’s lifted up in grace
When God deals with the wicked
No they will not stand
Their heads heavy in their hands
Wiping the tears while judgment descends
Descends from the father

They are like the trees
Planted by barron dried up stream
Yielding their fruit in season the judgment of the Lord
Woah
But we are like the tree
Planted by rivers running streams
Yielding its fruit in season we will not wither

God in your grace
Reveal to us your holy face
That we may be filled up today
Planted by your spirit
We wanna drink from your spirit
Woah

Written by:
William Gray

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