By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down, yea, we wept, when we remembered Zion. Upon the willows in the midst thereof we hanged up our harps. For there they that led us captive required of us songs, and they that wasted us required of us mirth, saying, Sing us one of the songs of Zion. How shall we sing the LORD'S song in a strange land?
Psalms 137:1-4 RV
War time brings forth this sentiment, the captives, the children deported, the women transported into their attacker's land weep and lose heart as the aggressors demand entertainment. How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land? Robbed of dignity, children stolen, propaganda blackening the men of our land who died to defend it, how shall we sing the Lord's song in this strange land?
Christians are in a strange land too, captives in it, propagandised by it, held captive even in the alleged freedom of democracy. How shall we sing the Lord's song in this land?
Psalms 137:1-4 RV
War time brings forth this sentiment, the captives, the children deported, the women transported into their attacker's land weep and lose heart as the aggressors demand entertainment. How shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land? Robbed of dignity, children stolen, propaganda blackening the men of our land who died to defend it, how shall we sing the Lord's song in this strange land?
Christians are in a strange land too, captives in it, propagandised by it, held captive even in the alleged freedom of democracy. How shall we sing the Lord's song in this land?