You crane your neck to glimpse your flag
while fleeing for the border.
You shield your kids while on the run
from Molotovs and mortars.

You grieve for what you’ve left behind.
You don’t know what’s awaits you.
May God protect you as you flee
from one who hunts and hates you.

Oh precious mother on the run
we stand with you while praying
that God will guide and open doors
to where you’ll next be staying.