Don't Call Me A Stranger

   

Don't call me a stranger;
I need to feel at home;

Especially when loneliness cools my heart.

Don't call me a stranger;

The soil we step on is the same;

But mine is not “the promised land”

Don't call me a stranger;

The color of my passport is different;

But the color of our blood is the same.

Don't call me a stranger;

The language I speak sounds different,

But the feelings it expresses are the same. 

Don't call me a stranger;

I toil and struggle in your land;

And the sweat of our brows is the same.

Don't call me a stranger;

Borders, we created them;

And the separation that results is the same.

Don't call me a stranger;

I am just your friend;

But you do not know me yet.

Don't call me a stranger;

We cry for justice and peace in different ways

But our God is the same.

Comboni Missionaries of the Heart of Jesus,

Philippines, 1995