God of Our Wandering Ancestors

God of our Wandering Ancestors, Long have we known
That your heart is with the refugee. That you were born into time.

In a family of refugees
Fleeting violence in their homeland,
Who then gathered up their hungry child and fled into alien country.
Their cry, your cry, resounds through the ages: “Will you let me in?”

Give us hearts that break open
When our brothers and sisters turn to us
with that same cry.
Then surely all these things will follow:
Ears will no longer turn deaf to their voices.
Eyes will see a moment for grace instead of a threat. Tongues will not be silenced but will instead advocate. And hands will reach out-
working for peace in their homeland,
working for peace in the lands where they seek safe haven. Lord, protect all refugees in their travels,
May they find a friend in me
And so make me worthy
Of the refuge I have found in you. AMEN.

Prayers courtesy of Catholic Relief Services

When I read this, I feel . . .
At this time I feel called to . . .
My hope is that . . .

Submitted by Lori Fick
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