Psalm 92  I can picture a believer worshipping  at the temple in Jerusalem on the Sabbath and thinking about his fate compared to that of unbelievers. They are like patches of grass, which flourish for a time, but are doomed to destruction forever (7). He is a tree growing inside God’s temple courts. He expects to bear fruit in his old age — to be ever full of sap and green.  Day and night he lives to declare the faithfulness of the LORD.

LORD, how great are your works, your thoughts are very deep!  May we grow where we are planted, and declare your faithfulness.