Lord I pray
for those who need a homeland.
The
displaced wanderers of our world who have lost all that was familiar and who have
received nothing in return: except for fading hope, refugee camps and family
members forever lost to them.
Have you not
said in your word, Lord, that you place the solitary in families? and in so
doing, please Father, grant them a land of their own. One where the red tape
runs out.
Where lives
are made legal.
With identity
and belonging.
Valued by
all of us, just as they are also precious to you.
A home where
running may cease, and gardens have time to flourish.
National anthems
sung, and votes valued.
And in the
night stillness, the sound of guns and screaming are not heard. Fear of rejection and
of being sent back be erased from sleep.
Where
someone, somewhere validates their worth and warm friendship is a sure
expression of your great love for them.
Give them shelter I pray Oh Lord.
In safe
harbours’ may your healing balm wash away all fear and tears.
And may I be
a willing fragment; an answer to my own prayer.
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