by Steve Bell
I let them sleep a bit longer while I pack our bags baby clothes, blankets and treasure we leave tonight fleeing horror beyond measure. Sigh, I wish we were going to Nazareth.
He is not nearly the age of two a time to walk, talk and play with his kin he is my boy, but at times I feel a stranger I must be a man keep him and his mother from danger. I wish we were going to Nazareth.
South we will walk to the land of the Pharoahs knowing His heavenly father will look after us even as the soldiers arrive in Bethlehem to kill intent the little heart of him to still. Adonai, I wish we were going to Nazareth!
Published on December 18, 2019 on the Ancient Paths website.