Australia on the brink of deciding what it can become

Each night, after reading bedtime stories, my daughter asks “Sing me your song mama.”

These are traditional hymns – the kinds of spiritual and psychological memories that are often the only things a refugee safely carries out of their former home.

  • Nyadol Nyuon
  • The Sydney Morning Herald

I normally sing a song I learnt from my mother.

The song carries a powerful verse that surrenders to God all power.

It cries out to the Lord, exalting him as the shepherd, the protector, the friend, the guide, the helper, and the king.

This kind of ‘exalting surrender’ is precise in capturing the sense of powerlessness that comes from being displaced by war and other forms of violence.

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