The Psalmistry
1. On the banks of the Euphrates.
very far from Israel,
as my gaze turns wet with sorrow,
I remember how You fell.
I long for You.
2. Shall my heart now be rejoicing?
How can music flow from me?
A puppet for the force of evil:
that, my Lord, I'll never be.
I long for You.
3. Now beware ye Lords of evil
of the vengeance of God's hand.
Your destruction is before you,
who defiled the promised land.
Death comes to you.
© 1995-2005 Stephen J. Pearson
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