Saturday, July 21, 2012

By the rivers of Babylon



We piped you a tune and you did not dance
-we played you a dirge and you did not mourn.

How can you believe
-when you accept approval from one another?

How can we sing the song of the Lord
-in so strange a land?

Truth has dwindled from the sons of men
-falsehoods and vanities they speak, one to another.

There is not a good man left
-all have gone astray - every one - each to his own way.

God of hosts, bring us back,
-let your face shine on us and we shall be saved.

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