Cursed Is The One Who Trusts In Man

Cursed is the one who trusts in man,

Who leans on him for might.

He turns away from God the Lord;

His heart rejects what's right.

He's like a bush out in the waste;

Good times will pass him by.

His place is parched and desolate,

With none to hear his cry.

But blessed the man who trusts the Lord;

God is his hope and stay.

He's like a tree beside a stream;

Its roots drink deep each day.

It never fears in summertime;

Its leaves are always green.

It has no worries in a drought;

Its fruit is always seen.

Lord, may I never in mankind

Place confidence or hope.

A fruitless, barren state that brings,

With none to help me cope.

But may I always trust in You;

Your Word will quench my thirst.

You'll give me strength for every trial;

I'll always put You first.