In New York stands the Statue_of_liberty where inscribed on the base is this poem, ”The_New_Colossus”, written by the Jewish-American poet Emma_Lazarus in 1883.
…With silent lips. “Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!”
—Emma Lazarus, 1883
“Give me your tired, your poor” reminds me of Matt. 11:28. “Come unto me, all ye that labour and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.” Or in Luke 6:20 & 24 “And he lifted up his eyes on his disciples, and said, Blessed be ye poor: for yours is the kingdom of God.” and 6:24 “But woe unto you that are rich! for ye have received your consolation.”
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One of the songs I have always loved has been, The Cross is My Statue of Liberty! I choose to trust Jesus in these times. He has proven over and over that He alone is trustworthy. I will NOT be afraid because I know the end of the story.
~Jen