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.