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A Song of the Lord in a Foreign Land
“How could we sing a song of the Lord
in a foreign land?
-Psalm 137
By the waters of the
common sinks and stinks
They sat and wept,
remembering their homes
Upon the razor wire they
hung their hopes
(Let my tongue be silent during roll call)
Their captors asked of them
throughout the hours
Straight lines to the chow
hall, well made-up bunks
On time to their classes
and work details
(Let my tongue be silent during roll
call)
The lyrics of their songs were
written by night
The notes and tones well-tuned
to concrete walls
How could they sing songs
of the Lord?
How
not?
(Let my tongue be silent during roll call)
We all are exiles in a
foreign land
(Let our tongues sing praise after roll call)
After
over a year of lockdowns, volunteers were allowed back in Texas prisons on Wednesday,
Saint Patrick’s Day, 17 March 2021. Saint Patrick, too, was a prisoner.
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