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REFUGEE   Malcolm Guite/ Steve Bell

We think of him as safe beneath the steeple
Or cosy in a crib beside the font
But he is with a million displaced people
On the long road of weariness and want
For even as we sing our final carol
The hounded child is up and on that road
Fleeing from the wrath of someone else’s quarrel
Glancing behind and shouldering their load

 

”We Christians gather every week to worship a Refugee. Our prayers are raised up to the One whose parents carried him across borders without permission or documentation. Our music celebrates Him for rescuing us when we had no hope, nowhere else to go. We raise the cup to drink the blood that provides amnesty for our sin. We preach to freely welcome exiles across the borders of a Kingdom they did not build, earn or deserve. We wash people in the waters that tell them that they fully belong – wherever they are from, whatever they have done, no matter what they bring or don’t bring with them, whatever it may cost us to make them a part of the family.” – Shawn Duncan @ Red Letter Christians - See more at: http://blog.stevebell.com/2015/09/jesus-still-a-refugee/#sthash.Jzjfn1Mv.dpuf

While Herod rages still from his dark tower
Christ clings to Mary, fingers tightly curled
The lambs are slaughtered by the men of power
And death squads spread their curse across the world
How terrible, how just and how ironic
That every Herod dies and comes alone
Defenseless as the naked embryonic
To stand before the Lamb upon the throne

I can’t resist the burning urge for turning
This song into a cautionary tale
The Savior whom this song has been discerning
Once occupied the belly of a whale
To reach as deep as love could ever fathom
To rescue from the tentacles of hell
The wretched, the beleaguered and forgotten
Surprisingly, their enemies as well

 For more background on this piece please check out http://blog.stevebell.com/2015/09/jesus-still-a-refugee/