Psalm 1:3 (Amplified)
And he will be like a tree firmly planted [and fed] by streams of water,
Not a wild, uprooted wanderer, tossed by every wind,
But a tree with deep roots, where living water begins
To nourish and sustain, to strengthen and uphold,
A tree whose secret source can never be controlled
By drought or heat or barren circumstance,
For it draws from an eternal, ever-flowing dance
Of grace and peace and life unfailing,
In the hidden depths where faith is entailing.
He will be like a tree firmly planted [and fed] by streams of water. (Psalm 1:3, AMP)
Which yields its fruit in its season—
Not all at once, not out of time,
But when the Master Gardener's design
Has brought the branches to that place
Of perfect readiness and grace.
The fruit appears—not forced, not late,
Arriving at the destined date.
Patience has done its perfect work,
And harvest comes, no need to lurk.
Which yields its fruit in its season. (Psalm 1:3, AMP)
And its leaf does not wither;
No fading in the heat of day,
No drooping when the skies are grey.
The leaf remains, a sign of life,
In peaceful times and times of strife.
It speaks of health, of constant care,
Of One who always, everywhere,
Sustains the life He has begun,
Until His work in us is done.
And its leaf does not wither. (Psalm 1:3, AMP)
And in whatever he does, he prospers [and comes to maturity].
Not prosperity as the world defines—
Not measured in possessions or in lines
Of status, power, or earthly gain,
But prospering in ways that will remain.
Prosperity of soul, of spirit deep,
Of character that watchful angels keep.
Prosperity in love, in joy, in peace,
In every grace that will never cease.
Coming to maturity, to fullness, to completion,
Growing in wisdom, in holy imitation
Of the One who is the perfect Tree of Life,
The source of all prosperity, through every pain and strife.
And in whatever he does, he prospers [and comes to maturity]. (Psalm 1:3, AMP)
This is the picture of the one who delights
In the law of the Lord, both day and nights.
Who meditates on truth, who chews the cud
Of holy words, who finds his food
In Scripture's pages, in whispered prayer,
In the constant, conscious, daily care
Of walking closely with his God,
On the narrow path where few have trod.
Planted by streams—not just one stream,
But many, a confluence, a living theme
Of grace upon grace, of supply upon supply,
A river that never, ever runs dry.
The Spirit's flow, the Word's deep well,
The fellowship of saints, the stories they tell,
The prayers ascending, the answers descending,
The cycle of blessing that never is ending.
Fruit in its season—God's timing, not mine.
Some seasons for pruning, some for the vine
To stretch and to grow, to deepen its root,
Some seasons for blossoms, some seasons for fruit.
But every season has purpose and plan,
In the hands of the Gardener, the Friend of man.
Leaf that does not wither—a witness of health,
A sign of inward and spiritual wealth.
While others around may fade and may fall,
The tree by the stream stands steady through all.
Not because it is stronger or better than they,
But because Living Water has shown it the way.
Prospering in all that he does—coming to maturity,
Growing in grace, in love, in security.
Not perfect, not finished, but ever advancing,
In the school of the Spirit, forever entrancing
The heart of the Father, who sees and who smiles,
And leads His child through the endless miles
Toward that day when the tree will be
Transplanted to eternity,
Where rivers of pleasure ever flow,
And the leaves of healing for nations grow.
So let me be that tree, O Lord.
Planted by streams of living water,
Yielding fruit in its season,
Leaf never withering,
Prospering in all that I do—
Coming to maturity in You.
Blessed [fortunate, prosperous, favored by God] is the man who does not walk in the counsel of the wicked, nor stand in the path of sinners, nor sit in the seat of scoffers! But his delight is in the law of the Lord, and on His law [His precepts and teachings] he [habitually] meditates day and night. (Psalm 1:1-2, AMP)
Amen.
