Still Bearing Fruit — Psalm 92

[Fiddle pickup] [Verse 1: Bubba] Morning tells Your lovingkindness, Night remembers You are true. Let the strings ring out together, All my gladness comes from You. Deep Your thoughts beyond my knowing, Great the labor of Your hands; Foolish hearts may miss the wonder, Still Your throne forever stands. [Chorus: duet] Still bearing fruit, still reaching high, Roots in Your courts beneath Your sky. The years roll on; Your goodness stays, Still bearing fruit, still giving praise. [Verse 2: Darlene] Wicked fields may spring up quickly, But their green will fade away. Those who rise against Your goodness Cannot make their darkness stay. You renew my strength with fresh oil; I will see their boasting cease. Like a palm and like a cedar, Planted deep, I grow in peace. [Solo: fiddle and piano trade four bars each] [Bridge: duet, half volume] You are upright, You are faithful, Nothing crooked in my Rock. Every season tells Your story; Every branch can thank You, God. [Final chorus: full band] Still bearing fruit, still reaching high, Roots in Your courts beneath Your sky. The years roll on; Your goodness stays, Still bearing fruit, still giving praise. [Stop time] Still giving praise!