By the weeping willows I see your grieving form The songs of bygone years are too painful to perform Like the hanging branches, your arms sway, sad and low Standing on the shore where the streams of your tears flow
It is at this time you must draw near to hear My song Starting low and sad, but ending sweet and strong It’s notes of hope and faith will cause your heart to soar A melody of grace with the power to restore
For this season in your life, you need a brand-new song I have a melody for you to come and sing along Before the battle starts is when victory’s song is sung Sing it by the weeping willows-where your harps are hung
Faith’s melody is sung before you see it with your eyes What is terrible now can be blessings in disguise Sing victory’s song when all seems wrong and lost The display of your faith is the price of victory’s cost
Come now and sing upon the harp strings of your heart That is the place where the victory will soon start Healing and miracles will begin to manifest Of My power and glory, you will now attest
Debbie Furey April 12, 2023
Psalm 137:1–3 NAS – “By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down and wept, when we remembered Zion. 2 Upon the willows in the midst of it we hung our harps. 3 For there our captors demanded of us songs, and our tormentors, jubilation, saying, ‘Sing for us one of the songs of Zion!’”
Matthew 5:4 – “Blessed are those who mourn, for they will be comforted.”
