Beside the rivers of Babylon, we sat and wept as we thought of Jerusalem.
We put away our harps, hanging them on the branches of poplar trees.
For our captors demanded a song from us.
Our tormentors insisted on a joyful hymn: “Sing us one of those songs of Jerusalem!”
But how can we sing the songs of the Lord while in a pagan land?
Father, how can I sing the joyful songs of God blessing America in a land I don’t recognize anymore? So many of the landmarks our Forefathers established in Your name have been removed. They no longer guide our young people along Your paths of old. Strange peoples have risen in the land. Their pulse beats rapidly as they conspire and plan. Lies upon lies drip heavy from their fangs. Viciously they destroy the lives of any who oppose them. How can I sing songs of joy in such a place?
Father, have mercy on your child. Hear my prayers of repentance and remorse. Show me my errors, short-comings, faults, and failures. I acknowledge my sins and ask your forgiveness. I pray Father that you would hear my prayer of humility and restore within me a clean spirit, soul, and body.
Father I pray for the future of America, for the future of our children and grandchildren, and for the future generations yet to be born. I pray that You would restrain your judgment, hold back your anger from us. Revive within us a clean heart so that we can return to our first love. Help us to resist the idols in this pagan land and remove them from Your sanctuaries, from our homes, and from our lives. I pray You would raise up among us leaders who fear You more than they fear man—leaders who want Your approval more than those they lead—leaders who would rather be poor and homeless than to seek the dollar and all it can buy.
Father, there is a darkness masquerading as light that is rapidly spreading around the globe. There’s a global awakening that seems right to many, but which leads to death and destruction. Father, already the great enemy, the great deceiver, the father of all lies is inside the gate. Open my eyes to see the battlefield and to study the lay of the land. Let me see where this great enemy is on the battlefield. Fit me with Your armor, that’s just right for me and not too heavy for me to carry. Teach me how to fight this fight. Point out to me where he is hiding. Teach me about and show me my enemy’s weaknesses. Teach me what to pray about. Teach me how to pray the prayers you want to hear. I long to say prayers worthy to be mixed with the incense of Heaven in a sweet aroma rising upward to Your throne.
In Jesus name I pray…