O King of Kings,
You came into a world that didn’t want You.
Born not in a palace, but in hiddenness.
And the wise came seeking You
while the powerful plotted to destroy You.
Why does Your presence stir both worship and wrath?
Why does light make the darkness so angry?
Lord, I feel it in me.
A war. A pull.
A longing to bow low and a fear of what it will cost.
Give me the heart of the Magi
who crossed deserts, braved kings, followed nothing but a star,
just to kneel at Your feet.
Just to offer what they had.
They saw You in obscurity and still brought gold.
Would I have done the same?
Would I have followed a star with no map?
Would I have seen royalty in a child wrapped in rags?
O God, give me eyes that recognize You in the unlikely places
in the poor, the hidden, the small.
Let me not be like Herod
insecure, threatened, desperate to control.
Let me not try to kill what I don’t understand.
Let me not choose comfort over truth.
Protect what is holy in me, Lord.
Like You did for Joseph and Mary.
Speak to me in dreams if You must.
Lead me by night if the day is dangerous.
If You say “Go,” I will go.
If You say “Flee,” I will flee.
Because Jesus
I want to protect the life You’ve birthed in me.
I want to guard the promise You’ve placed in my heart.
This world is still full of Herods.
Still full of slaughter.
Still full of fear.
But You are the Deliverer.
You are the Shepherd even in exile.
You are the One who fulfills every word spoken by the prophets.
You are not shaken.
You are not late.
You are the Child King,
and even when the world rages,
You are writing redemption into history.
So I will follow You, even into Egypt.
Even into the unknown.
I will bow down.
I will bring my worship.
I will weep with Rachel.
But I will wait for Your return.
Because I believe
You are still leading.
You are still saving.
You are still worth everything.
In the name of Jesus, the One called out of Egypt,
Amen