Mary's TreasureSample

The Open Door

We finally got to our crowded hometown

Dismayed to discover no room to be found.

This just the beginning of closed doors for Him,

World unrecognizing love poured out for them.

Just eyes never seeing, ears deaf to his call

And idols that crowd out his throne over all.

In opening doors to make room for the least, 

We give, but receive back a blessing increased.

I keep a brass key, as a tool to profess

Through this door alone heaven’s grace we possess.

An innkeeper told us that he had a nook.

Though not much to speak of, his offer we took.