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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.
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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