In babylon
From Babylon I call in chains, in songs -
in stories that the old and broken-hearted
told us through the flames of captive nights,
where they spoke of the gold in the temple,
and the heavy, velvet curtains that were hung
between the face of the Lord and His servants,
of the battles that were lost and won.
From Babylon I call on my knees,
in surrender, in awe - in love.
I sing to the mountain, the desert, the flood,
I sing to the God That stays silent.
I grieve for the skies that we lost
and I wait for the moment - your touch.
I wait till you call me home.