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