By the rivers of Babylon
Where he sat down
And there he wept when he remembered Zion.
Oh from the wicked, carry us away captivity
Required from us a song
How can we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?
So let the words of our mouth
And the meditations of our hearts
Be acceptable in thy sight
O-verride
Oh from the wicked, carry us away captivity
Required from us a song
How can we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?
How am I going to leave this amazing place?
My heart is breaking about leaving
I'm going to miss this
How do people do it?
How do they fall in love with something so stunning
and have to leave?
I think the only answer is:
I can never go back to the way I used to be.
I can never "go back to fishing" (John 21:3)
It's just the beginning.
[Jerusalem, if I forget you,
let my right hand forget what it's supposed to do.
3,000 years with no place to be
And they want me to give up my milk and honey.
Don't you see, it's not about the land or the sea--
Not the country but the dwelling of his majesty.]