Psalm 137: 3-4

I am becoming inert, unmoving,

Chained to earth.

I am becoming rock, forever bound in one place

Life comes in to slap me in the face,

Wash over me, push me deeper into the earth;

Then it runs away, Laughing,

Waving mockingly for me to come and play

But I can’t, I am becoming rock

Oh Lord, I am afraid that I will never be alive again.

I’m afraid I will never be able to rise,

To move from the edges of life.

I am afraid that gravity will pin me forever

Just out of reach of joy, of hope, of love.

Oh lord, teach this rock to sing!

For if I can sing, bound in chains to the hard ground,

Then I can also learn to fly.

Oh Lord, teach this rock to sing once more!

Psalm 137: 3-4

³ for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, "Sing us one of the songs of Zion!"
⁴ How can we sing the songs of the LORD while in a foreign land?