Isaiah 49:8-15; Psalm 145:8-19; John 5:19-29
A Song for Refugees, Exiles, and (Im)migrants: A Found Poem (Isaiah 49)
In a time of favor I have answered you, on a day of salvation I have helped you;
Saying to the prisoners, “Come out,”
to those who are in darkness, “Show yourselves.”
They shall feed along the ways; they shall not hunger or thirst,
neither scorching wind nor sun shall strike them down.
Lo, these shall come from far away,
and lo, these from the north and from the west, and south and east.
Sing for joy, O heavens, and exult, O earth;
break forth, O mountains, into singing!
Can a woman forget her nursing child,
or show no compassion for the child of her womb?
Even these may forget, yet I will not forget you.
See, I have inscribed you on the palms of my hands.
Yes, Lord, yes. Don’t forget us. Don’t forget them. Don’t let us forget them.
Teach us to love as you love, to see you in every tired and hungry stranger. Open our doors, and let us trust in your abundance.
See, now is the acceptance time; see, now is the day of salvation!
Yes, Lord, yes.
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