Brent McCune - Blessed Lyrics

How blessed is the man, how blessed is the man
Who doesn't live his life based on words of wicked men
Who doesn't stand where sinners walk
Who doesn't sit where mockers mock
The Lord's own law is his delight... How blessed is the man

How blessed is the man, how blessed is the man
Who doesn't live his life based on words of wicked men
Who doesn't stand where sinners walk
Who doesn't sit where mockers mock
The Lord's own law is his delight
He thinks about it day and night
How blessed is the man, how blessed is the man!

He'll be like a tree, planted by the streams
Bearing fruit in its own time
His leaves never fade, growing greener every day
And in every thing he does, he thrives
This is what it means to be alive!

How blessed is the man, but the wicked are not so
They're just like the chaff and away by the wind they're blown
No, they won't stand when the gavel falls
Nor sinners when all the saints are called
The wicked way will surely fade
And be destroyed someday
But how blessed is the man, how blessed is the man!

He'll be like a tree, planted by the streams
Bearing fruit in its own time
His leaves never fade, growing greener every day
And in every thing he does, he thrives
This is what it means...

To be like a tree, planted by the streams
Bearing fruit in its own time
His leaves never fade, growing greener every day
And in every thing he does, he thrives
This is what it means, this is what it means
This is what it means to be alive