By Leah Cannon Smith
“The child grew and waxed strong.”
That’s not much to know about a Child who never did a wrong.
Was he lonely – that child of long ago,
Growing in an alien land, watching the Nile flow
Along its banks? Were people kind to the foreign carpenter and his wife,
And the toddling boy child, who one day would end strife
And bring joy and peace to all mankind?
I hope the early years were happy and that people weren’t blind
To the family’s worth, who fleeing from oppression’s hand
Were seeking sanctuary as foreigners in a foreign land.