Rusty Dawson Honorable Mention
"By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion." Ps. 137:1 We wept cold tributary tears beside Chaldean’s ruthless flow. By Babylon’s polluted stream we raised lament and died by drops, our spirits far from Zion’s dawns. Upon the willows’ languid arms we hang our harps in sad display. They long for hands whose cunning skills recall sweet strings who rang ere captive tongues grew faint in foreign lands. But they who carried us away amused themselves requesting songs of mirth and cheer. Malevolent commands can’t be refused by the conquered sons of God enthralled by fear. In stealth we string our harps as bows of war to pluck out secret strength which they ignore. Back to Table of Contents |