Rose crossed the border from South Sudan to safety with her four children, carrying all their worldly possessions. |
no hope of a bed,
the refugee children,
no tears left to shed
look up at the night sky
for someone to know
that refugee children
have no place to go.
The babies are crying,
their hunger awakes,
the boat is too loaded,
it shudders and breaks;
humanity's wreckage
is thrown out to die,
the refugee children
will never know why.
Come close, little children,
we hold out our hand
in rescue and welcome
to shores of our land -
in *aroha, touching
your fear and your pain,
with dreams for your future
when peace comes again.
*Maori for 'warm embracing love'
alternative line "in touching, in healing'
Shirley Erena Murray
Words © 2016 Hope Publishing Company
Thanks for allowing us to share your powerful words, Shirley.
To 'hold out your hand' and welcome refugee children, register now for Walk My Way, or sponsor a Walker. Your prayers are also needed. Thank you!
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