Don’t envy the wicked

That’s what the proverb advised

I wondered why someone would

They’re up to no good

They think bad things and speak bad things

Perhaps up till the day they die

Also don’t be perturbed by them

For before you know it they’ll be withering

I know you saw them come and go from that house

You were in their path

Boombox, beats, fancy clothes

It was better than skipping rocks

And they made you feel unique

There was a choice to be made

You couldn’t pass

I saw you transform – the clothes, the speech, the phone

Then that car

But was any of it an upgrade

A Chick-fil-A bag rested where that car used to stay

I haven’t seen you in some time

Your car was towed away

It had been abandoned

You didn’t see the city warning stickers

The tow truck came like the cop cars

What a kicker – you were both taken away

In jail with the company you kept

Your grandmother saw and wept

But that proverb came around again when you were in the city jail

The Word did what it set it out to do, it didn’t fail

You meditated on wisdom, went down her path

Though riddled with shame in the aftermath

You went to court

Your victim stood said from a wheelchair, he was short

The righteous stand though they fall

He said, “I forgive you”

The judge granted a pardon

You started to bawl

For you were set free

You fed on wisdom from then

Learned what the proverb means

You were and are being transformed

No longer disturbed by the wicked

You turn when they say, “Come join us”

Your future’s bright

Now on the path of the righteous

Filled with life