Seeking Where God Dwells
Psalm 137
1. By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, also we wept at our
remembrance of Zion.
2. On the willows, in the midst thereof, we hung up our lyres."
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I hang my words on a weeping willow tree,
and fall to my knees in a lament and song;
for I am afraid of the temptations of earth,
so, I go at gathering places of true believers.
I sing and pray for my heavenly God to hear me,
and seek his Zion, the place where he dwells;
his holy eternal city, his heavenly kingdom,
though enemies and life drag me down.
I will find my end of life nirvana in time.
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November 25, 2019
Poetry/Bio/Seeking Where God Dwells
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