By the streams of Babylon
we sat and wept
when we remembered Zion.
On the aspens of that land
we hung up our harps.
For there our captors asked of us
the lyrics of our songs,
How could we sing a song of the LORD
in a foreign land?
May my tongue cleave to my palate
if I remember you not,
Psalm 137: 1-2, 3, 4-5, 6
Photos
Photos
Ohanapecosh River, Mt. Rainier National Park
West Side Road, Mt. Rainier National Park
children's choir
approaching Zion National Park
bels in Irkutsk, Siberia
local fog
golden mantle squirrel
local sunset
4 comments:
Your Sunday posts are always interesting. I love trying to guess where the pics come from, and I'm glad you always give locations at the end.
Beautiful. The photos go perfectly with this psalm, which of course is reminiscent of a once popular song...
*sigh* I love to start Sunday here. :)
Awsome... Inspiring...
(I've already posted my Odd Shot, as it is already Monday in Portugal... now I am going to sleep...)
It is awesome how you do this, Katney!
And of course for me these verses you quote are the most poignant and powerful in the whole Bible.
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