" By the rivers of Babylon
we sat mourning and weeping
when we remembered Zion.
On the poplars of that land
We hung up our harps.
There our captors asked us
for the words of a song;
Our tormentors, for a joyful song:
"Sing for us a song of Zion!"
But how can we sing a song of the
in a foreign land?" Psalm 137
America, I can barely recognize you. Awake! Awake!
"Tell them: Thus says the Lord:
When someone falls, does he not rise again?
If he goes astray, does he not turn back?
Why do these people rebel
with their obstinate resistance?
Why do they cling to deceptive idols,
refuse to turn back?
I listen closely:
they speak what is not true;
No one repents of his wickedness,
saying ' What have I done!'
Everyone keeps running his course,
like a steed rushing in to battle. Jer.8:4-6
Utterly Thine, O Lord