I've always dreamed of being free,
But that's not what life holds for me.
Yet, you have made captivity
As lovely as freedom would be!
How could I live life woefully
But that's not what life holds for me.
Yet, you have made captivity
As lovely as freedom would be!
How could I live life woefully
When each day brings me such beauty?
So I will sing, rejoicingly,
My songs of joy in praise of Thee!
My songs of joy in praise of Thee!
Psalm 137: 4
4 How can we sing the songs of the Lord while in a foreign land?
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