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.