Sunday, November 29, 2009

Advent: Now and Then


By the waters of Babylon we sat down and wept, when we remembered you, O Zion.

As for our harps, we hung them up on the trees in the midst of that land.

For those who led us away captive asked us for a song,and our oppressors called for mirth:
"Sing us one of the songs of Zion."

How shall we sing the LORD'S song upon an alien soil?

Psalm 137:1-4


O what their joy and their glory must be,
those endless Sabbaths the bless├Ęd ones see;
crown for the valiant, to weary ones rest:
God shall be All, and in all ever blest.

Hang in there, friends.

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