Opry Psalm Song

He walked in through the side door light

Wardusty hand and patient eyes

The judges leaned in still as stone

He said, I came to sing for home

He touched that mic

like tempo would

And every note felt bruised yet good

From ash to oil, from grief to grace

You drew the room right to its place

the poor man's song

Can still stand tall

He knows the psalms

From 1 to 41

Sing the psalm

1 to 41

Sing the psalm

blessed is the tree by the river's hand

Sing the songs and stand, son, stand

sang of paths that turn and split

Of lips that lie and hearts that quit

Of caves where fear is named the night

And dawn that breaks like bread and light

He sang the shepherd knows my name

Through every valley lost and shame

He sang of mercy slow to leave

Of a crown of hope for those who grieve

broken and old

Where the soft rain falls

Who has been there too

Through the rise and the falls

Sing the psalms

One to forty-one

Sing the psalms till the weary run

Blessed is the tree by the river's hand

Sing the psalms and stand, son, stand

Then the choir rose like weed in wind

And every hurt came singing in

He smiled like Sunday after rain

And wrote our sorrow into praise

Sing the psalms, 1 to

Sing the songs till the weary run

Blessed is the tree by the river's edge

Sing the songs and stand, son, stand

At the grand old stage, he bowed his head

And left us full

and just as fair

One through forty-one

Still rain in the sun

Ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh