Father God, I sit and weep by the waters. What is to become of my homeland? Where are these dark hours taking us? Don’t allow your beloved to hang their harps again. Don’t silence the voices of the born again. Raise up your church to sing your praises. Lift their hearts, hold tight to the souls of the redeemed. Go out for the salvation of your people once again. I fervently ask for awakening and revival in the name and authority of Jesus, according to your good and perfect will. Amen.

“On the willows there we hung up our lyres. For there our captors required of us songs,…” (Psalm 137:2-3a ESV)