Tuesday 19 June 2018

Immigrant

You ran from oppression
Crossed the baking sand
Found your own safety
In an alien land.

And Rachel's still weeping
Weeping for her children.

And you found a haven
In that far-off place
Shielded and welcomed
By a foreign race.

And Rachel's still weeping
Weeping for her children.

Fled here as a stranger
Ran in hope and fear
What kind of welcome
Shall this child find here?

And Rachel's still weeping
Weeping for her children.

Now torn from my mother
Caged in a free land
Immigrant Jesus, 
Come and take my hand. 

And Rachel's still weeping
Weeping for her children.

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