Many have inquired about the Katrina resource made available by Ecclesia. This is based on Psalm 137, the words of which are from "The Voice", a retelling of scripture Chris is working on with Word Publishing.
To download the video, click here. Below are the words:
Psalm 137
On the banks of the rivers of Babylon, we sat and wept
when we remembered our home, so far away, sweet Zion.
On the drooping willows we hid our instruments,
hoping they would fall into the waters and disappear,
for our torturers were demanding songs from us--
songs of joy from days gone by,
songs from home.
Such cruel men taunted us.
How did they expect us to sing,
while still tormented, brokenhearted, homesick?
O Jerusalem, even still,
please don’t escape my memory.
I treasure you and your songs,
even as I hide my harp from the enemy.
And if I forget, may I never sing again;
may I never play well again.
For what use would it be,
if I don’t remember home
as my source of joy.
Remember, Lord, how the Edomites, our brothers,
the descendents of Esau, stood by and
watched. Gloating, they said,
“Destroy it, tear it down to the ground,”
when Jerusalem was being demolished.
Still I am even more horrified
by the violence you’ve committed,
daughter of Babylon,
(killing innocent children,
torturing and degrading others).
I only hope those who make you pay for this
will laugh in your face,
so you will no longer walk so proud.
Maybe they should dash your children against the rocks,
so you will know how it feels.
May you live to see this and not die before.