Prayer is a calling.
Prayer is a listening.
Prayer is a dwelling.
Prayer is a presence.
Prayer is a lamp aflame
with Jesus.
I am calm and filled with peace.
PSALM 137
By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat
down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion.
We hanged our harps upon the willows
in the midst thereof.
For there they carried us away
captive required of us a song; and they
that wasted us required of us mirth,
saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion.
How shall we sing the Lord's song in
a strange land?
If I forget thee, O Jerusalem. let my
right hand forget her cunning.
If I do not remember thee, let my
tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth;
if I prefer not Jerusalem above my chief joy.
Remember, O Lord, the children of
Edom in the day of Jerusalem; who said,
Rase it, rase it, even to the foundation thereof.
O daughter of Babylon, who art to be
destroyed; happy shall he be, that
rewardeth thee as thou hast served us.
Happy shall he be, that taketh and dasheth thy little ones against the stones.
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