1How 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.
2Instead you thrill to GOD's Word, you chew on Scripture day and night.
3You're a tree replanted in Eden, bearing fresh fruit every month, Never dropping a leaf, always in blossom.
4You're not at all like the wicked, who are mere windblown dust--
5Without defense in court, unfit company for innocent people.
6GOD charts the road you take. The road [they] take is Skid Row.
