Psalm 137, or By the streams in exile, or longing for the King who is at such a great distance. Or feelings of remorse when we turn away, or...

We sat by the waters flowing out in the distant, Babylon and wept as threw all our guitars , amps and ALL,

To the rapids, weeping for You and ALL, crying "GOD we've been carried from YOU!"

Our pregnant memories of praise we rested against the willows,

Those who took us away asked for a song, (one we sang for You)

Sullen eyes filled our faces as the Babylonian sail billows

How can I sing away from you? (this do not let me do!)

Fervently we pray not to forget Your call,

. . . next to the water of Babylon we threw away our, synths, tambourines and ALL. Crying and weeping for you, for ALL. . .

We recall You, oh, Lion.

We know what dwells in Zion.

We ditched all our odds and most of our ends to the willow trees and the swelling seas of Babylon.

But in memory as we would sing a psalm of Ascent in the shimmer of dawn,

God you had asked for ALL.

WE WANT THAT ROARING LION!

aspiring to Holy Zion.

Stripping down and piling clothes at the base of those willows,

Lord, we dove in the river, swimming back to give you ALL.

wanting, longing to leave the Babylonian sail that billows.

but God these waves are so tall!

at a rivers edge in Babylon, happened ALL.

(Shhhh, daughter of Babylon,

I hear the purring of Lion

but in this blood red dawn

He is roaring out from Zion...)