Blessed is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the ungodly
But his delight is in the law of the Lord. He is a tree planted by the water
I do not walk where the wicked tread. I do not feast where the lies are fed
I’ve left the seat of the scoffer’s pride with the living word as my only guide
In the heat of day, in the dead of night, I’m meditating on the law of light
The world is a desert, dry and thin, chasing the wind and the ghost of sin
But my roots go deep and my roots go wide in the secret place where the shadows hide
The blessed man has taken my place, leading me home to a state of grace
The wind may blow, the drought may come, but I am leaning on the Holy One
From the thirsty ground to the river’s edge, I’m standing firm on your holy place
I’m planted, I’m rooted, I’m living by the stream
I’m the righteousness of God, or so it would seem, because the blessed man was hung upon a tree
Now the living water’s flowing inside of me
I fear no evil, for the Lord stills my soul
The cross is the anchor that made me whole
I fear no evil, for you are with me
Your rod and your staff, they comfort me
From the tree of Psalm one to the tree of the cross, you turn my gain from the world into loss
I’m rooted, I’m grounded, I’m yours
I’m planted, I’m rooted, I’m living by the stream
I’m the righteousness of God, or so it would seem, because the blessed man was hung upon a tree
Now the living water’s flowing inside of me
I fear no evil, for the Lord stills my soul
The cross is the anchor that made me whole
My heart will trust in you
Still my soul
I’m planted, I’m rooted
I’m planted, I’m rooted
Still my soul