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 that 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?
-Psalm 137: 1-4
Trouble besets us all. No one is exempt. Yet, we that are in covenant with God, possess a remedy for tragedies.
We can sing in a strange land
-Psalm 137: 1-4
Trouble besets us all. No one is exempt. Yet, we that are in covenant with God, possess a remedy for tragedies.
We can sing in a strange land