{Psalm 137, Hebrews 12:6,
Romans 5:20, Proverbs 20:30}
By the waters of Puerto Vallarta,
there I sat down and wept,
when I remembered Jesus.
On the palms there
I hung up my small guitar.
For there the waves
required of me songs,
and the cracked sky, mirth, saying,
“Sing us one of the songs of His peace!”
How shall I sing the Lord’s song
in a foreign land?
If I forget you, O Redeemer,
let my right hand forget its skill!
Let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth,
if I do not remember you,
if I do not set the Son of Man
above my highest joy!
Remember, O Lord, how I grieved
that day of March,
how you said, “Lay her bare, lay her bare,
down to her foundations!”
For you discipline the one you love,
and chastise all the daughters you receive—
but where sin increased, grace abounded all the more,
and stripes that wounded me scoured away evil.
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