b'In The Voice Of An Unknown SlaveI ran so fast, I couldnt look over my shoulder.I ran so fast, I didnt feel my legs.I ran so fast, the child clinging to my hip thought we, like birds, were flying.I ran so fast, I out-ran my fear.When we reached the sea, I just kept running.We were running for our lives,with nothing more than what we could carry on our backs.We left our homes, our community, everything we knew.Always the stranger.That was long ago, but you must not forget.When you see the refugee, washed ashore on rafts through waters that did not part,Remember me, your ancestor, a slave.Remember the people of your tribe.When you see the refugee children,hungry for the mothers and fathers who did not survive,looking to the sky for manna that does not fall,Remember where you came from.The Eternal freed us from Egypt by a mighty hand, by an outstretched arm.When you see the refugee today, remember this.They are the strangers, and you are free.The hands of free people are mighty And yours are the outstretched arms.Run to them.In Every GenerationREADER:In every generation, each of us is encouraged to open to an awareness that we, ourselves, have lived through experiences of slavery and redemption. READER:Each one of us has been a slave in Egypt and each one has somehow been deliv-ered from that slavery by the miracles that make up our lives on this earth. READER:As it is said, And you will relate to your child on that day that this is on account of what The Eternal did for me, when I went out of Egypt. READER:It was not our ancestors alone who were redeemed by Life Unfolding, but we our-selves who come to freedom throughout the length of our lives. 27'