captive Israel, remember Zion in Laurel's Prosebox journal book

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down and wept when we remembered Zion.
Upon the willows in the midst of it, we hung our harps.
For there our captors demanded of us songs,

And our tormentors mirth, saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”
How can we sing the LORD’s song in a foreign land?
Psalm 137

So many professing Christians, the multitudes, are beset by this delusion of Trump. They call themselves part of the “Great Awakening”, and they call themselves Americans and Republicans, and they call themselves conservatives and patriots. They call upon the name of Trump, but they call not upon the name of the LORD. They do not yet remember Zion, their true home. They are by the rivers of Babylon, but they do not as of yet, remember their true home, Zion, which is Jesus Christ our Lord. They are not yet in sorrows for the Lord’s Land, Zion, where the Lord Himself dwells.

I hope they shall ultimately do so. Maybe they shall remember, when they finally realize they are sitting captive in Babylon. Then shall they hang their lyres upon the Willows there? They have been living in the foreign land of the Vatican-basement, Trump’s “BabylonChurch Great Awakening Ameri-Q.”

They have been singing the songs of this foreign land so to speak, with all their worship of Trump, a great substitute for true Zion, this false zion that Trump offers to his nation.

Captive Israel, sit down and weep! Right now you are “singing the songs of Babylon”. Captive Israel, remember Zion. If and when you do return to Zion, you will once again, call upon the name of the LORD and with joy sing only the LORD’s songs, the songs of Zion.