My Lord, the Refugee

By night they rose and left in haste,
A man, his wife, her son,
Traveling to another land:
A family on the run.

For the good that lay behind them
Family, work, and daily life
Tangled in visions of danger:
The soldiers, and the knife.

They laid aside their homeland
For their little son's sake
For them, nothing could be too great
A sacrifice to make.

The little son of long ago
Whose life his parents saved,
Chose death to free us from our sins,
Then overcame the grave.

All that I have, all that I am,
Belongs to Christ my Lord,
He tells me I must walk in faith,
A follower of his word.

Now as once before we see
Men, their wives, and sons,
Desperate for another land:
Families on the run.

For the good that lies behind them
Family, work, and daily life
Tangles in visions of danger:
The soldiers, and the knife.

He said that what I do for him
Is what I do for these,
So gladly do I welcome in
My Lord, the refugee.