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The Reign of Death
I knelt at the cross and could not comprehend
How Abraham’s knife o’er his child could extend.
My son’s mediation no angel secured
As Jesus cried out, breath no longer endured.
Though Abraham’s son had been spared him that day.
His knife pierced my own heart instead where I lay.
My son’s broken body hung limp on the cross,
For all of my treasures gained, I drowned in loss.
I cried out in anguish, I wept tears aloud
While whispers of doubt murmured all through the crowd.
An error was made, that no man could deny
When darkness with lightning flashed ‘cross the whole sky.
Zvinechekuita neHurongwa uhu
In this devotional written from the perspective of Jesus' mother, Mary vulnerably and honestly details the intimate moments of her experience as a mom. In each compelling scene, Mary treasures a small token to remember it by. Little does she know the divine significance each item will play in the ultimate purpose of her son’s role on earth.
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