Babylon

In your own private Babylon
For what you did wrong
There to be made weak
So you'll be strong

Idols are crushed
In a land not your own
Holiness gained
In the ache for your home

Prophecy laid down
For your captives sake
Called to give
To those who did take

Songs of lament
In the quiet of night
Repentance renewed
In dawn's shadowed light

Identity gained
Fame disclaimed
A stranger no more
To the Name
Above all names

Grace now sufficient
No matter your place
Blind to surrounding
You have beheld
His face

Your life
No longer your own
Converted by He who sits
On the throne

Now burdened
For Babylonian souls
And strangers to He
Who created
The bell that tolls