Beside the rivers of Babylon, we sat and wept
as we thought of Jerusalem.
We put away our harps,
hanging them on the branches of poplar trees. (NLT)
We grieve and we weep our Father God,
from a soul place that is torn
We are not who we think we are.
We are not where we should be.
We are in exile
and it is a lonely place.
Jesus, come to us again!
Bring us to our senses and bring us home.
Where the Father waits with open arms.
give us clean hearts
give us dry eyes and tender souls.
We have sat and wept
as Your son wept for Jerusalem