Refugee Sunday 28 August

By Amrit Kaur Babbar

I am a child working at the age of five.

I am a human being tortured  ¢â‚¬“ in the form of a girl

I am looking for a better life ¢â‚¬ ¦healthier water ¢â‚¬ ¦happiness ¢â‚¬ ¦I am an orphan

I am the death in poor countries ¢â‚¬ ¦I am the reality of poverty.

I am a slave, thrown into prison for disobeying.

I am an open-minded refugee giving back all that ¢â‚¬â„¢s known.

I am a bomb that falls apart in war ¢â‚¬ ¦I am sorrow.

I am holding on to the terrible past but letting go of the wonderful future.

I am hiding for shelter just to live and looking for joy to live out the pain.

I am a disgrace for some cultures ¢â‚¬ ¦and a subject of racism.

I am a mother fighting for her children ¢â‚¬â„¢s rights.

I am a life dropping like a roller coaster.

I am a refugee but no one seems to care.

I am downing in my own tears.

I am shouts of freedom.

I am dying before I am born.

I am an empty plate for hungry stomachs and a burden in my parents ¢â‚¬â„¢ eyes.

I am sold away to an unknown world.

I am culture after culture being split apart.

I am raising my voice, but then I die ¢â‚¬ ¦ I am discrimination.

I am dirty water in the fresh water pond.

I am alone, growing my own home.

I have suffered enough, and now I deserve joy ¢â‚¬ ¦but still ¢â‚¬ ¦

I am a refugee calling out rights.

++++++++Refugee and Migrant Sunday Liturgy Notes

http://www.churcheswa.com.au/churches-working-together/refugee-and-migrant-sunday