“How could we sing the Lord’s song in a foreign land?” -Psalm 137:4
We refused. We sang a song that mocked our enemies. We sang
A single word, halted,
Then two more
Before we burst into tears.
Our captors laughed,
Then cracked the whip and sent
We wept bitterly while we walked
And slept not at all by night.
But then one day, months later,
We took up the harp and tambourine
And sang a new song,
It too from the LORD,
A song in minor key,
A song that insisted God is Good
Despite everything that insists
The LORD IS good, even here, even now,
And we will SING the Lord’s song
And ever, amen!
George R. Pasley
October 2, 2019 Martin, TN