A Meditation on Babylon

We have come out into this desolate place
Where are you God?
Why are we surrounded by idolatry?
What can we do, How can we seek you
When everywhere we turn all we see are the idols of Babylon
Those idols and false Gods which we once longed after
Have now become a snare and entrap us
Oh how we long for you O Living one of Zion!
How can we seek you when so clearly we have been cut off?
Ah! How desperate are we?
Can we not come back to the place you have chosen?
Do not forsake us O God of our Fathers