God, how can we comprehend—though we’ve seen them times before—
Lines of people without end fleeing danger, want, and war?
They seek safe­ty any­where, hop­ing for a wel­come hand!
Can we know the pain they bear? Help us, Lord, to un­der­stand!

You put mu­sic in their souls; now they strug­gle to sur­vive.
You gave each one gifts and goals; now they flee to stay alive.
God of out­casts, may we see how you val­ue ev­ery­one,
For each home­less re­fu­gee is your daugh­ter or your son.

Lord, your lov­ing knows no bounds; you have con­quered death for all.
May we hear be­yond our towns to our dist­ant neigh­bors’ call.
Spirit, may our love in­crease; may we reach to all your earth,
Till your whole world lives in peace; till we see each per­son’s worth.