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Rivers of
Babylon (Psalm 137)
by Jeremy
Erickson
If I forget you,
Jerusalem, may my hand forget its skill,
May my voice be
silenced, may my tongue be stilled.
How can we
praise You in a land that's not our own?
How can we
worship when we're still so far from home?
By the rivers of
Babylon, we wept and hung our harps,
Longing for the
day that You would set us free.
By the rivers of
Babylon, You taught us how to cry.
You taught us to
believe. |